Daily Prompt – Me Time What’s your ideal Saturday morning? Are you doing those things this morning? Why not?
Mr. Trouble never hangs around, when he hears this mighty sound, “Here I come to save the day!” That means that Mighty Mouse is on the way!
What could be better than watching Mighty Mouse on Saturday morning and eating dry cereal out of the box? Tom and Jerry, Heckle and Jeckle, Chip and Dale, Betty Boop, Popeye, the Road Runner, Sky King and Roy Rogers. Those were happy days.
My dad worked out of town. He arrived home Friday night after our bedtime, so Saturday morning was quiet time until he awoke. Then there were hugs and kisses, playtime, pancakes and chocolate milk, and lots of surprises. My sister and I were little spoiled princesses because our mother was dead so we were given the world on the weekend when Daddy was home.
Saturday morning was the prelude to an entire day of pleasure; just Daddy, my sister and me. We formed our own magical Technicolor universe until Sunday night when he had to catch his plane and we were left alone again with our cold, demanding nanny for another black and white week.
When my children were small the cartoons changed but not the Saturday morning mood. We’d sit on the floor in front of the tv with pillows and blankets, making forts and playing with Barbies while watching Fraggle Rock, Huckleberry Hound, Josie and the Pussycats, and the Smurfs. Sometimes our neighbors and their kids would come over to watch cartoons with us. We’d laugh, talk, play and drink Bloody Marys and chocolate milk.
This morning I woke up and went for a walk then came home and did laundry, paid the bills, cleaned the kitchen, chemically treated the toilet and water tanks in the camper and changed the bed linens. “But aren’t you retired?” you ask.
Sure, but for the past six weeks I’ve been traveling and having entirely too much fun with my grandkids (is that possible?), watching cartoons and videos and having adventures, so I had to give up this Saturday morning to get my black and white world back on track.
Now I’ll be free for another month to watch cartoons, eat dry cereal and drink Bloody Marys during my Technicolor Saturday mornings.
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