My cousin came for lunch today and we had a lovely visit. She brought some old pictures and a newspaper clipping about my Uncle Bob's death 67 years ago. It was a suicide, but the paper called it self inflicted strangulation and only mentioned it once. The media today would have had a field day and interviewed his widow and son.

I fixed a big salad and chicken enchilada soup and cherry pie. We laughed about the old pictures and the fact that we looked like babies from Poland or Russia all bundled up in our woolen clothes and hats. We were raised together so we had lots of memories to share.

It is looking a little bit like rain and I am so glad. We had a smidgen last Sunday but we could use more. It hardly ever rains in July.