Sometimes things just get away from us. You know. Like that zucchini you just didn't see until it was too big. "Too big." The two words my neighbor used when she brought such a zucchini to me yesterday.
I said, "Wow" when I opened the door and saw it. I didn't mean to say "wow." It just slipped out, and that caused her to say, "Is it too big?"
"No," I said. That was a lie. It's as big as my leg.
But the look on her face and the tone of her voice were almost pleading. And what kind of a person refuses a gift from a good neighbor? So I lied, and my neighbor went home happy.
If I still made zucchini bread I could make enough for the entire neighborhood. But I don't.
If I wanted to, I could probably climb onto the thing and float down the river, if big zucchinis float. I don't want to.
I think of hungry people. Truly, I do.
I think of the woman on the corner by Costco whose sign said HOMELESS. I wish I had taken the squash with me on my errands today. I wonder if the woman would have accepted the zucchini. What do you think?
I'm going to feel very bad when I don't use this squash.
Help.
