The Art of Doing Nothing

There were crossword puzzles to be worked
Books to be discussed.
Birthday cake to be made.
Facebook pages to be checked, maintained, added to.
There were fellows to be talked to, wives to be talked to.
Food to be discussed.
Coffee to be made and consumed, lots of coffee.
No golf.
Oranges to be picked and eaten.
No fresh juice due to no juicer and I wasn't about to juice 50 oranges by hand. No way, no how, no time.
Smart phones to be compared.
Nostalgia to be drifted into.
Mother, dad, Chuck, James and Steve.
Trips to the airport.
Trips back to the airport.
Trips back to the airport.
Jerry was the last to arrive.
Cathy and Brittany were the first to leave.
Who owned what part of the left over birthday cake.
Brittany drove in speedy Southern California -- twice.
Furniture to be moved.
Beds to be made.
Dogs to be walked.
Skittish Brownie to not scare, but she was scared anyway.
Tools to be located.
Screws to be tightened.
Refrigerator trying.
Ice maker not keeping up.
Julie, Jan and Toby wandering around in the dark.
Art found a flashlight for Jan the night time wanderer.
Jean baked the cake and made egg mac muffins.
Janice made the pasta bake.
Jan made the fisherman's breakfast.
Reeses peanut butter Easter eggs.
One piece of lemon pie.
Jerry was called a grumpy old man, not by me.
And generally coddled.
Jerry retrieved the morning papers.
Cathy was the tour guide and chronicler.
She made sure she and Brittany took in some sights.
Brittany was the sou chef and chief hostess, she picked up after all us old fogies, washed dishes, and kept Jerry in his place.
Julie was a bit of a ghost.
We even watched a movie one night -- a pretty good one.
I sat on the patio and smoked.
Cathy sat on the patio and swung.
Art continued to swing an axe at the tree stump.
News was discussed.
A touch of politics.
Jean and Janice explained things to me.
Danielle and Anita drove down from Corona.
Danielle educated me on being a "hipster."
On account of my "hipster" glasses. Who knew.
I can now "hash tag."
I already knew Psy and Thrift Shop.
Jerry downloaded the book club book, I Am Nujood: Age 10 and Divorced, but couldn't read it due to some block.
Jerry was reading.
I was reading.
Cathy was swinging.
Art was putzing.
Brittany was pacing, helping, and smartphoneing.
Jean was watching us all.
Janice was the birthday girl.
She took the whole crew out for her Birthday Dinner at The Stone Fire Grill.
My birthday card was late.
Jerry's is in the mail.
It was grand.