My poor mother has been bugging me to death to come see her for the past month. I haven’t been up there since Christmas, and our Christmas gifts from my sister are up there waiting for me to come get them. I’ve planned on going up there several times, but something always comes up. Hopefully I’ll make it this week.

I talked to her on the phone a couple of days ago, and she said she was going on a trip one day. Since it was a day trip, I knew she wasn’t going to my sister’s or making Las Vegas hotel reservations. As it turns out, she’s going to see the granddaughter of her close male friend (I say boyfriend, but she says not) participate in the Special Olympics.

I suppose I should have paid more attention when she told me when she was going, but I didn’t. I’m doing well to pay attention to what I’m doing, much less keep track of anyone else. So I guess I’ll be calling her back to find out before I make plans. But barring any unforeseen problems, I’ll get up there this week.