My plan for the day was to take some books to my friend Melissa.  But they didn't make it into the car.

All afternoon I pondered what to give while I dealt with squash and tomatoes shared by friends who garden.

Then Sarah asked me to play XBox and I had my answer.

XBox.

I stink at XBox.  I refuse to play Halo and shoot constantly.  I've played the Sonic racing game only once before today. My hands cramp, I squeeze the controller so hard.  I yell at the screen, crash a million times, and leave the track, plummeting to my virtual death. 

It's not my idea of fun or relaxation.  So that's why it was a gift.