Post Phoenix

Hmm. Scottsdale. Was nice. Couple nice sunsets. That’s bonus points in my book. Tonight’s was particularly spectacular–an expansive and clear desert sky filled with gradients of yellow to orange, pale blue to dark, set behind the sihouttes of Camelback mountain, among others. Pretty.

Ready to return to school? Maybe. Why not. I’m still rather angry (predictably, stupidly). I don’t know if that affects my readiness (eagerness) to return to school. Probably. I think that affects my willingness to do anything, at the moment.

Played golf on Saturday. That was a gas. Let me tell you. Actually, I rather enjoyed it. It was a good group to be with. Golf pisses me off because it’s so damned pretentious. Fortunately, the group I was with was anything but pretentious. Which made it fun. Which reminds me: time to order some new climbing shoes (after the last failed disaster at Northern Lights).

I’m adjusting to the idea of being an uncle. Not that I have any say in it. I’m a little excited, I suppose–Josiah (a name that, 70/30 odds, I say he’ll resent some day) could be fun. I don’t have any desire to ever be a father (just the opposite, in fact), but there are a few facets of parenthood that I think might be interesting, or even fun. Josiah could be just the key to getting to experience those things–without sacrificing 18 years (and realistically, the rest of my life) to some snot-nosed brat. Hell, living with roommates is enough.

Speaking of which, I’ve decided that I’m not moving out of my house–I’m moving further in. I’m going to loft my bed, get a couch, and big display and a kickin’ sound system in my room. Finally, I’ll have my canopy and curtains again. (Really, there’s nothing like being able to drop curtains, and shut the world out at night, when one goes to bed.) I’m eager to get back and start staining wood and building my loft. The rest of my house can continue to decline in to further disgusting filth and disarray. If I don’t have to spend time in it, I don’t care.