It was supposed to be raining when I woke up this morning but it wasn't. In fact, there were not many clouds in the sky. I went and got my lotto tickets and then came home and made some waffles for breakfast. Since they kept insisting that a storm was coming, I decided to get Hiker out for a walk before it started. We got about a mile from home and I felt drizzle, so we turned around and headed back, but wouldn't you know...the sun came out and was out until about 11:00 when it finally started to rain a little. Vacuumed Hiker's hair out of the carpet and then put the sheets and towels in the washer. Decided to get a section of ham out of the freezer and make one of Ben's favorite meals for my dinner tonight...baked ham and cheesy potato casserole. We used to by a 5 lb canned ham, cut it into thirds and freeze the “hunks of ham” and I still do that. I also made some pumpkin bread. Made the house smell really good. Thought it was a good day to use the oven since it did finally start to rain. Rainy days seem to bring up memories of Ben and me together. Today I kept having flashbacks of he and I on one of our vacations to northern California. We loved Humboldt County. The town of Ferndale, the redwood trees. I'm saddened that I will never see those places again because I could not bear to be there without him, he loved the area so much. I know we really need rain badly here in SoCal, but all rain does is make me cry.