Thursday Odds and Ends

I love this little angel.  She came with wreathes for every season so she never has to be put away.

One of my favorite desserts.  This year, though, I haven't had much luck with strawberries.  Either they weren't sweet enough or they were overripe on the bottom.  Would be nice if they didn't come prepackaged and you could see this before you buy.

My great great grandmother, Constance Mary Hazel, from Norfolk, England.  So sorry I never got to meet her.  Oh, she was alive when I was born, but mom would not let me have any contact with dad's family, and to put it bluntly, he was sort of a wimp when it came to her orders.  So sad.

Union retiree Christmas party.  Sorry to say I would not go again.  When I heard it was going to be held at an upscale hotel in the city, I expected a nice dinner.  What we got was disgustingly cooked piece of chicken and icky salad.  I ended up getting sick from it.

One of the workers from the senior center.  She is so nice.  If I am going to be late for any reason all I have to do is call and she'll sign me in and hold my card for me.

Two of my uncles--dad's twin and his brother.

Hubby and I.

The beginnings of fall at Brooklyn college.

Love these wax melts.

My uncle George, my oldest son, my aunt Dot (mom's sister), and my daughter.

 My two little singing animals from work--White Boy (because he sang White Boy) and Officer Ron.  I gave each of my co-workers a stuffed animal to remember me by.

 My beautiful dream catcher.