“You say today is Saturday? G’bye, I’m going out to play!” 

Today is notable for many reasons. It is not raining. We do have a sky full of clouds, but they’re waiting around until tomorrow when it will rain. My dance card is empty. I get to stay home today. I won’t be lying around on my lounge eating bonbons as I do have some cleaning, but I get to stay in my cozies. My laundry is done. I just have to put it away. I am relatively healthy. I had my doctor’s appointment yesterday, just a follow-up. He was pleased. All the numbers were where they should be. He’ll see me again in six months.

When I was a kid, Saturday was my day. It was every kid’s day. I got to start the morning sitting on the floor in front of the TV watching some of my favorite programs and eating my cereal, usually Rice Krispies. The programs were mostly westerns. They all had heroes. I watched The Lone Ranger, The Cisco Kid, Rin Tin Tin, Annie Oakley, Buffalo Bill, Sergeant Preston of the Yukon, Roy Rogers, Sky King and so many more. Even the commercials were fun. Many were for cereals, sweet cereals laden with sugar, like Sugar Corn Pops, Trix, Sugar Frosted Flakes, Rice Krispies and Sugar Crisp. They all had jingles so we could sing along. I still remember them. “Nestles has the very best chocolate,” and you had to say chocolate a certain way. Tony the Tiger hawked his wares, “Frosted Flakes…they’re Gr-r-reat,” I remember Buffalo Bill and Sugar Pops.

The rest of the day was open. In the winter or on a rainy Saturday I could go to the matinee if the movie looked good. The movie theater was always filled. It was always raucous. Candy flew through the air. JuJus were ammo. They were hard and easy to throw. I got beaned a few times from the back. Other Saturdays were for bike riding. I never had a destination. I had favorite routes. Sometimes I’d check out the horses in the town barn or look for golf balls near the golf course. The library was a favorite stop. If I had any money, I’d buy a cupcake at Hank’s Bakery. I preferred chocolate. I’d walk my bike while I ate it.

Being retired means days seems to run together. I can do or not do. Today I’ll do.

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2 Comments on ““You say today is Saturday? G’bye, I’m going out to play!” ”

  1. Hedley's avatar Hedley Says:

    I am hard reading David Kynaston’s Northern Wind Britain 1962-65, his fifth book in his Tales of a New Jerusalem series of the post war years.
    How much do I really remember and how much do I think I remember ? Oh but it is something special as finally social structure and deference came into focus and challenge….or did it.
    In 73 I would assume the socially acceptable norm of being a clerk at the Bank of England. But would I accept it or plan an alternative course ?

  2. katry's avatar katry Says:

    My Dear Hedley,
    I get it. I have done the same, recalled memories which might not have been memories but were suggested experiences from what I was reading which I could have taken in as my own.

    I had a back-up plan if I didn’t get into the Peace Corps. I was going to be a lawyer. I wasn’t going to teach. Look where I ended up, by choice.


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