Just this morning, at 5:15 to be exact, I was thinking about Saturday morning cartoons that were a staple of my childhood. I wasn't up long at 0'dark-thirty, just long enough to wish hubby well as he left for golf and scan a few channels to see if there was anything worth watching should sleep not return. The shows that I like on PBS weren't on that early, not even the local news which starts at 4:30 on week days was on. It was mostly infomercials. One of the cartoon channels had the Flintstones on. I like them but was really hoping for a Warner Brothers fix.
Gosh, is my childhood really gone? Not only are the old cartoons gone on Saturday morning, I was looking forward to a class! On a Saturday!
Remember how the years of cartoon watching on Saturday mornings were replaced with sleeping in as teenagers and then in our twenties, for many (most?) of us, at least occasionally, sleeping in late on Saturday because Friday night had been full of the drinks displayed above?
With the "must do" items completed yesterday in anticipation of being gone all day today, I suddenly have the day wide open and I am ready to have a good time. By my definition. I plan to sew a little. I will knit a little while watching the PBS programs that recorded after I went back to bed this morning. And later I will read a little. A nearly perfect day!
Sufferin' succotash, I would sound boring to the child who loved cartoons, to the teen who was a night owl, and to the young woman who liked to shake off the work week on Friday nights! I'm glad I enjoyed all those stages and still occasionally revisit them. I am thankful that hubby and I have the time and ability to do the things we enjoy. I hope that is true for all of you. If not today, then I hope you have the opportunity soon.