Cartoons, play time marathon and the day you wake up to realize you won't have to go to school.
(Saturday) was named no later than the second century for the planet (Saturn), which controlled the first hour of that day according toVettius Valens. The planet was named for the Roman god of agriculture Saturn (Latin Saturnus). It has been called dies Saturni ("Saturn's Day"), through which form it entered into Old English as Sæternesdæg and gradually evolved into the word "Saturday". -- wikipediaSome people think that this is the official Sabbath day (or holy day of rest) instead of Sunday (it's a long story). Some would even insist that this is God's mark for his people vs. the 666 mark (non-observance of the Sabbath). And that is an even longer story.
This is the "bath day" in Scandinavia; the reason being is that Vikings usually take a bath in this day. And you might squirm in disgust at the thought of six days with no bath (for tropical people) but to be fair, it's a pretty cold place.
I remember a favorite quote from Mr. and Mrs. Smith (2005). When Mrs. Smith asked Mr. Smith what she looked like the first time they've met, he answered, "You looked like Christmas morning." Very suave and sweet.
It's the events attached to the symbols and words (e.g. Christmas morning, saturday morning, anniversary) that make the latter worth something. Each word elicits a stimulus, a sense and a feeling. Every word and every symbol corresponds to a meaning, to a thought, to a dream, to a story. When you say "coffee" you think about mornings, "mornings" you think about waking, "sex" you think about pleasure, "money" you think about greed, "death" you think about sadness.
And now after you've really read the links above, when I say "saturday" you might think about Vikings taking an "it's-not-gay-if-balls-are-not-touching" bath. (Some people are not very good at this "connecting words and events" thing)
More or less, that's the power of words. A metaphysical scribble to represent the very forces of our sensory worlds. We can only imagine what is its impact when we say them to people and most importantly to ourselves. That's why there is as much power a truth has as with faux truth. The question is: which truth, or lie, do you choose to believe. (Maybe sometime later, you will realize how silly the phrase, "to see is to believe" sounds like.)
For example, an atheist doesn't associate a certain event, a certain stimulus, with the word God. That's okay. Atheists are a happy lot. They don't believe in God and that he doesn't exist, and they are telling the truth. God doesn't exist and they are logically correct with all the scientific facts to prove it and the happiness to weather life and existence. But when a backslider does it, he'll surely miss the big guy. If you want to be happy, be an atheist. But that doesn't necessarily mean you won't be happy or you'll be illogical believing in a God especially when you've met the guy. (Going further, have you? really?)
But I digress.
Sometimes for us it goes vice versa. An event corresponds to a symbol and a symbol corresponds to an event. And sometimes symbols get lost in translation, aging-wise. Sometimes events get lost in translation. Sometimes we lose one... period; one or both.
I woke up this morning saying to myself, "I miss Saturday mornings." But do I? Saturday mornings will always be there. And with people waging wars which is the real Saturday, I doubt I could tell one morning from the other. But still, I miss Saturday mornings and/or its Saturday morning-ness. Especially, I miss mine.
The harsher reality is that I miss alot of things other than Saturdays. Not only because they aren't there physically or even metaphysically, but because they aren't in there anymore. We fail to account for events and words we've lost to memory and forget. Do words and phrases such as "bike", "commuting to school", "taking a bath by yourself", or "seeing a computer" mean anything to you these days? Mean different to you these days?
Do you want it to mean like that?
If it makes me sad, yes. But will that make me sad throughout the day? Not really true. Not if I can help it.
So, help bring back Saturday. (treat me to a movie or food or both)
Become a fan of "Saturday mornings"