It's fun to brand yourself a maverick. I used to do that when I was younger....I'm over that now. I think as you get older maverick slowly eases toward eccentric. God forbid if you start at eccentric-I wonder what that eases over into as you get older. I guess I am traditional in many ways. Or maybe I'm just confusing that with anal-retentive. For example, this is really bugging the hell out me when I drive by it on the way to and from work everyday.
Last night I decided I would write my traditional post, showing my non-traditional side which has been in full bloom lately and cite some things around my house to support this non-traditional status. I do have a few non-traditional Susan offerings:
Messy counter tops....not very anal retentive; non-traditional Susan.
Walking 'round the house with unbuttoned pants....a little Homer Simpson-like, me thinks. I guess it's OK if you live alone. The dog and cat don't seem to mind.
Paper bag, peach, coffee cup, pile of bills....how do these items all relate? Only in the fact that I don't want to deal with them. Sing along now...."all of these things, aren't like the others..."
But then I noticed this picture:
Could anything be more traditional than that? Embroidered piano bench, Webster's dictionary, baby grand piano. God help me....I am not a maverick or eccentric....I am a traditional anal retentive in a sloppy spell. There, I've said it. It will be OK and I can still be an artist....
Last night was also Chicken BBQ night here in town. Happens every July, rain or shine. I thought it might offer some traditional photo ops.
My father has been a member of Rotary for about 200 years....we've been to a lot of chicken BBQs. He said they served about 780 dinners last night. "Good fundraiser" according to Pops.
My old man serving 'em up....
...all on a traditional white chinet plate. Yum.