A few things.

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While discussing things with my mom a bit more lately, and doing this and that, I finally tried to buy tickets for her visit.  The last time, and $70 dollars cheaper, the deal simply would NOT go through.  I did not call her to discuss which days, what times, or any such.  That... leads to disaster.  I simply bought them and sent the confirmation information to a friend out there who acts as an email collector for her in these matters.  The money I sent... yesterday?  Monday?  She has it.  I was a bit worried, she needed it by Thursday, gas for a medical appointment or some such.  She tried to work on top of social security but they ended up taking out $300 of the $400 she was making, plus more mistakenly, kicking her off one of her medical plans, taking away her prescription plan, making it so the cost to work was more just in gas than what she was making.  All that shorted her a quarter of her meager income.  Yeah, I don't support socialism, but for those who are on it to be jerked around like that is a whole other issue.  She's 70 for heavens sakes, let her work for her health if nothing else!  As I said, I wish I could do more.  She has some coming back, after they realized they had not just jacked her but shorted her even more... when they get around to paying her back.

Anyway, I got the tickets and the money out that I have meant to get out.  Now... to figure out new tires.  I will be watching my accounts and perhaps making an appointment for that for the 1st.  Some of it may have to be on credit.  On the good side my sole credit card is down to less than a quarter of it's max and by then will be down to a fifth, all give or take.  It's a humble card and I will keep it that way.  After that, all I have to do is make preparations and have some savings in line to make her visit comfortable and edifying.  We both love food.  Perhaps I will have menudo and tortillas down to a science by then and can make her a Mexican meal in trade for three of hers?  I won't win that contest but trying is good enough for moms... of any age. 

On my birthday card she indicated "from your favorite mother".  Not so much.  I have one mother.  I have other types of women who played their roles, to whom I am grateful, but I... only have one mom.  No favoritism is needed.  It's known by the big hug and goober kiss.  Moms, what can you do with that?

Later.