I guess you can tell I'm glad Christmas is over. I'm kind of a bah humbug person. I do not decorate or put up a tree. Christmas is way too commercialized and really turns me off for the season. I bought presents for my grandchildren and my son and daughter-in-law, and I went to their place for Christmas morning. As soon as gifts were opened and they had to leave to go to my daughter-in-law's mother's house, I went home (I was home before 10:00 a.m.) and took a long nap and just vegged out until 6:00 p.m. I then left to go to John's house for the night.
I guess I pretty much veg most of the time since I am not working. I need to get more active and find another part-time job. I haven't found homes for my cats yet, so I haven't made the move to John's full-time. I guess I'm spoiled. I have no objection to service jobs except that I'm afraid they will want me to work weekends. I could go back to work for Subway, but that would require me to drive too far and over the back roads to get to Dryden, and I just don't feel it's worth the hourly wage. I'd rather work from home with my computer, but I don't want to get into any kind of sales or marketing gigs, or sending voluminous unwanted emails to people. I want to do creative work with my computer. I got to do some fun creative work this week--fun work. I scanned several old family photos for a project my niece wants to do with her scrapbooking. I will share a few with you.
These pictures are of my deceased sister and deceased brother, as well as my two living brothers and another sister when they were children. The boys pictures were taken in 1966. My sister's picture was taken the year she died--I'm not sure what year, but somewhere around 1949. She was 5 years old when she died. According to my mother, she died from spinal meningitis, and I also had it. The doctors told my mother I survived it because I was a baby and babies have stronger immune systems than 5 year olds and I was better able to fight it off. 
Her name was Evelyn, and she was named after my grandmother--and it turns out my grandmother's real first name was Agnes and Evelyn was actually her middle name. Harvey is my deceased brother. He died a year ago on December 17th. My mother died on December 17th also, in 1995. The brother with the bolo tie is Elwin, named after my father's brother. The last boy pictured is my youngest brother. He lives in Kuwait now. And this last picture is my sister, Pat. She is two years older than me.Guess I'll go get dressed now so I can head back to John's house. I'll try not to be so long in updating next time. No promises, however, even if New Year's is coming up!
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