Recently I noted that my 2013 Facebook posts were more like my 2008-2009 pre-divorce ones…chipper, full of insights into this quirky world, lots of anecdotes from the kiddos. Of course my wall was still filled with tons of lyrics, but that has become normal for me as a way to track the upward and downward swings of my life. Some may shake their heads at the way I just throw out a random lyric, but I know exactly what I was thinking when I put it up there—no matter how much time has passed. The difference I’d like to see in 2014 is that I replace some of those words of others with thoughts and reflections of my own.
Though yesterday’s post (via my blog Crossing the Streams that my sister and I co-write) was all about choosing a song lyric as my mantra for 2014, I don’t mean to be hypocritical. I’ll still use lyrics, poetry, quotations from others, etc. as fodder for blog posts because sometimes I like to have a context for analyzing that morning’s burnt toast beyond “I effing burnt my toast this morning. That sucks!!” But I’ll try to refrain from posting quite so many random lyrics to my Twitter feed and Facebook wall because, while the lyric or quote may sum up my feelings perfectly, I, too, can use my big girl words to express my thoughts.
Which brings me to today’s post…something I’ve been meaning to write about for a while…why are there security bars leading to the entrance of the restrooms at Joseph-Beth Booksellers? Did they catch someone reading an unpurchased book on the john? If so, how disgusting is that? And who would do that? The same dude (cuz you know it’s a dude) who doesn’t wash his hands after using the urinal? Guh-ross. And how often did this happen that they decided it would be a worthwhile investment to put in the detectors? I mean it’s not exactly like Jo-Beth attracts a riff-raff crowd. The bathrooms are right next door to the posh Bronte Café for crying out loud. Do other cities or stores do this? Because I checked B&N, and they are security-free. This issue vexed me for the better part of the day as I pondered Cincinnati’s hygiene habits…
No lesson or moral, as has become de rigueur for my blog posts, just a general observation.
I love you all, some more than others.