Do you like to read in the bathroom?
I do. And I have for as long as I can remember. I love to read. It is one of my joys in life. Every morning, I’ll sit on our couch and use my chrome book to catch up on the blogs I follow. Evenings, I’ll read in bed. In the afternoons, if I can, I’ll steal a few moments before dinner is ready. And throughout the day, I’ll catch up on magazine articles when, well, … you already know.
Sometimes, I even read blog posts in there. Maybe even one of yours. Y’all should consider that a compliment.
My grandma was a voracious reader. Grandma Gabrielle was born in 1898. One year her mother told her she would be getting one gift for Christmas (ah, simpler times). Then she asked my grandma what she wanted. My grandma’s answer was quick, short and to the point, “A book.” My grandma was a reader her whole life long. When my grandma was in her nineties, she would often tell me, “I can go anywhere . . . in a book.”
My dad read in the bathroom, too. I can remember how, he’d jump up (apparently an urgent call), dash to grab part of the newspaper and quickly sprint to the bathroom. His brother, my uncle, read in the bathroom, too. No, I didn’t ask him. I just remember once, when we were visiting him at his “shack” in Barryton, Michigan, good ole Uncle Harold came out of the bathroom holding a magazine. I knew. My sister keeps a basket of magazines in her downstairs bathroom. Do you think those are just for guests? Ha!
Dear readers, my guess is that reading is a joy in your life, too. Seems likely, given you are reading this blog. But what I wonder is . . . do you read in the bathroom? More so, will you admit it? Let’s take a totally unscientific survey, and see what the responses are in the comments. Come on, people, I can’t be the only one. Can I?