a short detour for my week

My mother had surgery Saturday.  She is fine.  However, it took me way too far back to when we nearly lost her 3 years ago.  I spent all Saturday morning trying to breathe for her from here.  It was all very sudden and no way could I get there.  So I am all packed up and leaving today.  I guess I should call her and tell her I am coming.  I have boxes of plums and apricots on the counter, and hungry cats prowling the kitchen.  The neighbor promises to distribute the zucchini, so I guess I am good to go.  Oh, I need to find a jar and take Mom a plum and a cot.  I hear the tomatoes are in in IL where she lives, so that will be something else to look forward to.