For reasons too inconsequential to mention, I found myself in Fresno doing nothing Saturday. That, in itself, is odd for me. Although I would never be described as a dynamo, I usually always am busy with something, and almost always have a task waiting to keep me busy once I’m through with whatever I may be doing at the moment.
But on Saturday that was not the case. I found myself merely sitting.
Frankly, it wasn’t bad. At first, I felt guilty. “I should be doing something with my worthless self,” I thought. But then, my worthless self answered, “Why is that?”
When I first was just sitting — in a waiting room — I noticed others who also were sitting were all keeping busy. Some were reading, many were playing with their cell phones. Although I, too, had a book and a cell phone, I did not avail myself of their services. It occurred to me that doing nothing might be good.
I did nothing for quite a while, and it was great.
Later in the day, Mrs. Doud and I went to the exquisite Japanese Garden in Woodward Park. There, I found a dry bench, and proceeded to do nothing again, while Mrs. Doud walked around.
In that part of the Japanese garden was a monument to honor donors. Since I had nothing to do, I decided to look it over. I read and read, and recognized few of the names, until I came upon one plaque. It read: “Sunny and Dorothy Nishimoto.”
The Nishimotos, of Bridge Store fame (Sunny has left us, but Dorothy remains active), are well known in Madera for their generosity to schools and other causes. It turns out their kindness reached all the way to Fresno. Wow. I wouldn’t have known that if I hadn’t been sitting in that lovely garden doing nothing. It turned out that doing nothing was something, indeed, and helped me know my friends better.