08.24.2000

The new, new Phoenix

It's been nearly a month since we packed our shit and moved to the desert. The house feels reasonably settled already. There are still a few boxes to deal with, a few pictures to hang. And of course, the minor decorating that a new house requires. But we're here.

My job has been less of a pain than I thought it would be. We are actually considering doing some pretty interesting and fun things. The company is still a bit outside the norm. But I'm not hating it as I feared I would. If I can keep my sanity, avoid screwing up on a major project, and actually focus on things that interest me, I'll be fine.

Jason hasn't started work yet, though he's had a couple of interviews. He's got a strong lead into a great company. Hopefully that will pan out, since it is right in line with what he wants to do. I hope he can start working soon, since he's a much different person without the daily routine of a job.

"If I can keep my sanity, avoid screwing up on a major project, and actually focus on things that interest me, I'll be fine."

Speaking of routines, I haven't quite found mine again yet. I haven't joined a gym as I said I would, although that will probably happen this week. Apart from the idea of going to the gym and hanging with friends, there aren't many other things I feel I'm missing. I came home after work today and sat in the living room, reading. I felt faintly guilty, like I should be doing something, but I couldn't think of what the something should be.

I know I'm neglecting the website a bit. I haven't added much new or exciting lately. I feel like I've hit a creative wall on the site. Every time I sit down to try to put together a new page design, I get stuck. I'm never happy with the way things look and I can't seem to find good pictures to use. Perhaps I just need a bit more practice, or a real project to work on. I have one simmering in the back of my mind that I've committed to do, but it hasn't drifted to the surface yet.

I'm getting excited about heading back up to SF for the Folsom Street Fair. In truth, the Fair is the only thing that is vaguely motivating me to get to the gym. A weekend full of parties and fun, hopefully. It will be nice to see SF again as a visitor.

So, here we are. No angst to report or drama to chronicle. That's probably a good thing.