ODE TO SATURDAY MORNINGS

My eyes open and for a moment, I am in “let’s go” mode. Then, I remember:  it’s Saturday! The slow, languid feeling that is the very essence of Saturday mornings past settles in. I burrow deeper into my warm bed, savouring memories of those mornings as a kid.

My brothers and I would get up and pad, barefoot and in our pajamas, to the living room to watch cartoons. All week we looked forward to seeing what Fred, Wilma, Betty and Barney would be up to. Finally, there was Fred at work at the Bedrock quarry. The quitting time signal would blare and the big moment came when, in unison with Fred and each other, we belted out, “Yabba-dabba-doo”! Then we’d sing the theme song (Flinstones, meet the Flinstones. They’re modern, stone-age family) as we watched them all pile into the car and head to the drive-in theatre.

When we got hungry, we headed to the kitchen for breakfast. We sat at the table, still barefoot and in our pajamas, and watched the milk turn pink (or blue or green) from the Froot Loops cereal floating in our bowls. After breakfast, we could watch more TV, loaf around the house or head outside to find friends.

Somewhere in the intervening years, everything changed. Relaxing and doing nothing went out of fashion. Worse – it was scoffed at.  Adults became hard-wired to constantly be “doing” something. The hours in our days were filled from the moment we woke until we hit the pillow again at the end of the day. And not only did we have to be doing something,  we had to be the best at it – at least our own personal best. There was no time to  contemplate life and no room for mediocrity.

But we still weren’t satisfied. We then inflicted this harried, over-scheduled way of life on our kids. Instead of cartoons, bare feet and pjs, on Saturday mornings they packed their hockey duffle bags, hurried to get to swim lessons or got ready for whatever extracurricular activity was the flavour of the day. Until now.

For much of this year, we’ve been forced to slow down. Many of us are working from home. Gatherings are prohibited. Stores, restaurants, gyms, theatres and  other businesses are closed or restricted to essential services. It’s been hard on everyone for one reason or another. But maybe, just maybe, we can rediscover the art of whiling away some of that extra time on our hands by doing exactly what we want to do.

And I realize that what I want to do right now is have a nice mug of coffee – or maybe two – while I read the newspaper at my leisure. So I’m going to head to the kitchen to do just that. How will you spend your Saturday morning?

13 thoughts on “ODE TO SATURDAY MORNINGS

  1. I remember those childhood days & Saturday morning cartoons. Thank you for jogging my memory. It’s Saturday morning & I have things to do … but, thankfully, mostly things I find delight in & WANT to do … because, even in a pandemic, it’s STILL Saturday morning. I enjoyed this post very much. I believe I’m going to also enjoy following your blog.

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  2. This is what I determined I would do in retirement – relax. We have become quite skilled at it. It is a shame how over-scheduled our children have become. The pandemic has not done them any favors, I am afraid. I remember fondly our Saturdays of relaxing growing up. Thanks for the simple reminders.

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  3. Usually I read and write. This morning I sat for a long time in a line of cars waiting to have the covid test I needed before my cataract surgery this coming Thursday. I hadn’t even brought a book. Not my preferred way to spend Saturday mornings. As a kid I was always out the door to play or up in my room to read. I am just old enough that tv never became part of my childhood routine.

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  4. Nothing beats the feel of Friday night and Saturday morning! By Sunday morning, even though I try to relax and enjoy, Monday’s to-do list is intruding on my calm. I’m glad you give yourself some weekend a.m. time to moodle. I try to do the same. Make coffee, read a book, just be. I think if we all did, the world would be a better place . . .

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  5. You are so right! Personally, I think as a society we fill our time so that we don’t have time to stop and reflect inward. It’s always easier to deflect outward and busy ourselves rather than getting to really know ourselves, the good, the bad and the ugly. I think the world would be a better place if we all decided to spend more time reflecting and being grateful to be in the moment; yet even in pandemic times, it seems that people are finding that hard to do. Instead, many are complaining about what they can’t do, the politics of it all, trying to fill it with learning new crafts, renovating, etc. (myself included at times)—once again deflecting. It’s as if we are scared to just be for fear that we might not like what we see. We don’t know how to be without doing, if that makes sense. I’m most grateful for my decades of yoga practice. Corpse pose (lying still) is the hardest one to master—no wonder why.

    Hope you enjoyed your mug or two of coffee!

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