Manolo says, it is Monday and you are furiously attempting to find suitable gifts for the most difficult person on your list, your mother. What does one get for the woman whose chief entertainments seem to be working at the soup kitchen and attempting to run down pedestrians in crosswalks? “That is a woman in a hurry,” says your husband Gary, half-admiringly, as your mother squeals tires away from your home on Saturday, “and she’s probably going to kill someone.” But, you were not paying attention. Your mind had already begun to wrestle with the eternal problem, what to get…