The roses in the window box are tilted to one side

I haven't written for a while. If that deserves an apology here, so be it. I apologize.

Not writing hasn't been for lack of thought, just lack of motivation I suppose. Many changes have transpired in the last few months. Not drastic changes, just, well, changes in direction for me.

There has been a return to work, as in an 8 to 5 job. In this job, I am a non-member of management in a very, very large company...the name of which is not important at this point. What I am actually doing at this job is irrelevant as well. I am reminded daily (by myself) of a saying some past pundit passed on to me years ago: "This job is not what I am. It's simply what I do right now". That pundit was an old boss in another lifetime who has since been flushed from my life. But, I did retain some snappy sayings and anecdotes from him...very few of these preachings did he actually practice. It was more of the usual in the end, "Do as I say, not as I do" sort of thing.

One thing I can tell you. I've been enjoying a new hobby of sorts. Playing with bicycles. Seems I enjoy working on them, restoring them, and even riding them (again). Each one has been a "project" that I've actually completed. For those who don't know me, I am, among other things, completion-challenged.
I quite often start things...and don't finish them. Not all things, just most of them. I get bored very often and very quickly, and these projects simply get pushed aside for some other "light bulb" appearing over my head. It wasn't always like that though. As a child I built hundreds of plastic models. I lived in the world of Revell planes, cars, and other miniature machinery. I always finished them all. In fact, I resurrected that delight when my son Jimmy was very young. I helped him build an entire air force of vintage model airplanes that hung from the ceiling of his bedroom. So, now it is the cycle of the bicycle for me. Until something strikes my fancy perhaps.

Metaphorically at this point in time...if I had a window box with roses planted...they would indeed be tilted to one side. What that Elton John song* line means, as with most metaphoria, is up to the individual. I just know I ain't standing up as straight as I used to! But, at least I'm still standing. OMG! Isn't that another Elton John tune? Totally inadvertent on my part.

By the way, I'm not so sure roses are actually meant to be planted in window boxes. Could this be the reason they are tilted to one side!

*Funeral for a Friend/Love Lies Bleeding - 1973