The Daily Prompt asks, what is you ideal Saturday morning?
Saturday has always been a special day. In childhood, it was the day of NO SCHOOL and NO CHURCH. It was about sleeping in, although that is much more important to me today than it was back then. It was about watching cartoons on TV, because, quite frankly, in 1970, we did not have cartoon network, Nickelodeon and Disney channel. (We had NBC, CBS and ABC and we were damned glad to have them on a fourteen inch screen and despite the fact we had to get up and walk across the room to change the TV to one of the other channels!) There was a timelessness to Saturday mornings that was more sacred than Sunday morning in a pew.
The cartoons we watched were simpler. Bugs Bunny. Tom and Jerry. The Road Runner. There was a clear plot line. Elmer Fudd went after Bugs Bunny. Bugs always thwarted him. Ditto Tom after Jerry, Sylvester after Tweety, and Wile E. Coyote after the roadrunner. Beep. beep.
Today’s cartoons are different. Now don’t get me wrong–I like Spongebob. I have watched Fairly Oddparents, but it is not my favorite. Jimmy Neutron is okay. Ed, Edd and Eddie? I scratch my head. Where’s the plot? Who is good? Who is evil? Who is Fog horn leghorn and who is the chicken hawk here? It is not so easy to determine. Even Mr. Krabbs has his good moments. Today’s cartoons are more like Seinfeld, a show about nothing. Cartoons about NOTHING. The only goal of these characters appears to be to generate laughs, usually in the form of annoying others. There are some newer cartoons out there (what exactly is robot chicken?) but I cannot comment on those. Since my youngest kid is now 17, I don’t watch cartoons as much as I used to.
But my ideal Saturday morning is still all about the pace. (It’s all about that pace, bout that pace, no trouble.)
I get up when I get up. Not when someone else or some alarm clock tells me to. I drink coffee. Always have to have the coffee. I usually run. I run most days, but Saturday is that ONE day when I can choose when to run, where to run, how far to run and the time it takes has nothing to do with it. I don’t have to be to work at a certain time. I don’t have to be back to get ready for church, or wait until after church if I didn’t get up in time. (A few times a year I might have to be ready to head out for a noon Penn State football game, but I love PSU football so that time commitment is not onerous.)
Even our calendars–which traditionally start the week with Sunday being the first day of the week)–confirm this: Saturday is the last day of the week. The seventh day of the week. The day of rest.
Add coffee and a run, maybe a little blogging, and Saturday is still perfect.