Two visions of teeniness

Yesterday, my aunt and I picked my mom's donut-peach tree. Most of the peaches were just on the verge of ripe (we put these in the fridge), but there were about twenty of them that were JUST past perfect. We peeled them and sliced them and froze them. This afternoon, I defrosted one of the packages and made a peach cobbler, which we all ate after dinner with ice cream and Mmmmmmmmms.

I took my mom to her oncologist today for her weekly check-up. She's doing better (in spite of a bad morning and, yeah) ... so much so that she took her Xeloda this evening. She's still a bit loopy from the Hydromorphone from yesterday--but the pain hasn't reared its mangled head yet. I joked to her that maybe the Oxycontin-morphine needed the Hydromorphone-morphine to remind it of what its job is. And then I had this vision of what it would be like if my mom's body were the subject of a remake of Fantastic Voyage--and what if I were in charge of maneuvering the shrunken submarine?

I'm having these thoughts about what my next move might be--go back to Seattle or stay here longer or something in between. It's hard for me right now because I don't want to DECIDE anything--and, plus, I can't decide anything without feeling more secure about my mom's condition, which, good luck with that. But I do have wondering ants in my pants.

Which reminds me that there were also lots of ants on the peach tree. They crawled up my arms and were tiny and hungry and what if my job were to climb across the branches of a peach tree all day? I know I would do my best not to bother someone by being all annoying by wondering in their pants ...