If wishes were fishes

I got in touch with my mom. She vented for a while, which was cool; not too many people are around to listen to her vent, these days. She needs more local friends who are compassionate and understanding -- emphasis on the understanding. She'd like to move to an area better known for people who are clued in about people, but there's no place where a) my dad could work and b) they could eventually retire, so she's looking at a second move some time soon anyhow, which means she's not too keen on bothering with the first. 'Til then, she is isolated in her lovely suburban home.

I feel for her. When I think about it, she's never been anything but lonely. What a life. :-( She would be the first to shake her head and tell me not to mope. She knows that she's the only one who can change her own social life. But still.

I mentioned my recent fondue party and the fact that her fondue recipe was such a hit. She was pleased that I thought to credit her. I actually think that was the best Mother's Day gift I could have given her; a phone call or flowers don't compete.