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We don't have far to go until this series is over. U is for Undercover, V is for Vigilence, W is for Wrong, X is for Xanadu, Y is for Yesterday, Z is for Zygote. When I started this series and was probably at C (1986), Adrian and I were walking through Old Town Pasadena, making up names for subsequent books. It was such a fun moment that I continue to read the series, even though my interest in waning. That's the memory that makes me smile, not the memory of Kinsey Milhone, the book's protagonist.

She's okay. In T is for Trespass, stuff happens, it isn't too violent, people are interesting. In other words, good for the genre. This one has a sneaky care-giver who was left out in the morals distribution. It's hard to see when people are doing evil when they are doing something you don't want to do. Reminds me of people in all those sub-low paying jobs. They aren't evil, but they appear to be doing something we don't want to do; or something we don't want to pay for.

Which reminds me, I voted today. I registered Republican a long time ago. It's so I could vote for good people in the primaries so I'd really have a choice in the general election. I found that I was doing battle with myself this time. I don't have anything against these men like I did Baby Bush. They may not think exactly as I do, but they aren't ignorant and vile. So I should have changed my party. It hurt too much having the lady call out that I was a Republican when I was getting my ballot. I wonder if those good Democrats who got their ballot just before I got mine thought that I had voted for Bush/Cheney in the last election. Noooooooooooooooooo.

I also finished one of my one-off books. Let Me Go is about a mother-daughter relationship. It's a true story. The mother was a death camp prison guard and good Nazi girl. She was a rotten mother and deserted her two children to take on this role. They met one between the end of the war and this final story, when the mother is in her 90's. At the previous meeting, she ignored her grandson and wanted her daughter to try on her death camp uniform. I think this woman was sick.

I'm not thrilled at my relationship with my mother, especially near the end of her life, but this book makes me realize what a gem I had. Being a good mother is a tough thing to do. The mother in this book never tried. All she ever wanted to do was to be a good and faithful Nazi. Yuckers. But it is a good book.

Went to a super bowl party at Sandra's house. Eric and I decided that we would throw one next year when I'm in Virginia. I'm looking forward to that. I understand they have a new big TV and their house is very well set up for parties. I baked banana cupcakes, little ones with a dallop of cream cheese frosting on top. Now that I have time to bake, I don't have groups of people to eat the food. Adrian and I surely don't need that. I'll think of something, some way to bake and not eat the results.

Jeanne and I saw The Diving Bell and the Butterfly yesterday. That was a hard movie to watch, but it was so well done that I can understand its high acclaim. This part of being temporarily retired is fun. We had lunch first, found a great fish grill in the vacinity of the theater. Num. We talked about good things to eat that are good for you. That inspired me to cook a butternut squash and bean salad for dinner. I liked it, but Adrian didn't like the squash part. Oh well. Eating healthfully isn't always easy.