A silly day

Today was the first day in many, and the last in just as many that I had nothing which I really had to do. I planned to spend some quality time with myself, and read and knit. Did I do either? Of course not. What did I do? Frittered the time away. I kept thinking I should go to the store, but it was sooooo cold in the morning that the thought was appalling. As a delaying tactic, I played Spider Solitaire and looked at blogs. I didn’t even read the New York Times editorials like I usually do. I did, however, do the crossword. I decided to cook the remainder of my butternut squash and to use a recipe from Rebecca’s fabulous food blog. But I didn’t have parsley, which seemed pretty essential. I looked in the garden but it all seemed to be frozen. I called Rebecca for encouragement, but she didn’t answer. Finally, feeling guilty that I was not going to the store, and knowing that I would sorely regret it in days to come when I had no food, I started my squash without the parsley. Rebecca returned my call. “What did you want?” she asked. “I wanted you to tell me to go to the store for parsley.” “Go to the store, you lazy thing!” she said. “The squash is cooking without the parsley. And besides, it is way too cold.” “It is much warmer now, at least 40,” she said, adding parenthetically that my squash would not be good without the parsley. “You go while the squash is cooking.” “What if I have an accident? The squash will burn.” “I thought you were walking.” So I gave up and went to the store. Now is that silly, or what? I knew if she told me to go, I would go, but I just couldn’t tell myself to go. Actually, I did tell myself to go many times. I just couldn’t seem to make myself obey.