Every year for the holidays, I make small gifts for people in my office. I start planning these gifts around this time so I can complete them. Last night I went to an "Enrichment" class. This class was to prepare a portable "72 hour" emergency kit. Voila! I know what will be this year's gift. At work we are encouraged to have a "Shelter in Place" supply. This is to include medicines and other needed items in case we are locked in due to emergency etc. The kits will be perfect. And fall within the budget constraints. They are small-regular sized potholder folded in half. The woman who was teaching this class is a friend, Pat, and can use extra money. I approached her about this idea and she is interested. I am planning on adding a small pack of playing cards-maybe mixing it up with party favor types as well as normal cards. I know for a fact that adults forced to stay in a room or area with nothing to do can be worse than kids. When I finished my kit, I was talking to another friend, Linda, and she made a laughing comment about me adding crochet hooks to my kit. I agreed and said a couple of skeins of yarn would be good too. I get as bored as anyone and keeping my hands occupied is good. She told me to be prepared to teach crocheting if that emergency ever occured. What is really funny, is that I had forgotten this class was happening last night.

Linda called me just as I left my work and asked if I wanted to go-she picked me up. I told her her I needed to check with my SO and told her some about him being hospitalized. Hubby was happy to have me go.

I am working on my "Memories". I am trying to write my history from my childhood. I was adopted when I was 5 and my sister was 3. I have been working on these periodically and have found that I need to limit my time working on them. Memories are powerful. There are some moments in my life that when I examine them, the pain is still fresh. I am writing these memories for my children- I find that I want to ask my mom how she felt at certain times. And I can't. She has been gone for over 20 years now. My father almost 10 years. I want my children to know me-the good, the bad, the ugly and the beautiful. All the moments that made me and continue to shape me. Unfortunately, that means that I dig up some dirt and look at it from all sides. I can understand my actions and I am hoping to understand my mom better. We'll see what happens with that. I am writing these memories off line.

I will be finishing a toddlers hat this weekend. Then I have to print up some scarf patterns for the ladies. I teach crocheting next Thursday. I just remembered, the crochet classes are part of the "Enrichment" series.