Anyhow, I had a wonderful time in Arizona.  The landscape in New Mexico and Arizona is hard to explain, it borders on landing on a different planet.  Among the other things we did, my brother drove me up to the Grand Canyon, a two hour jaunt, then down route 89A from Flagstaff to Prescott on the way back one day.  Though the Canyon itself is an awesome spectacle, I was totally amazed at the sights I experienced on the scenic 89A.  I'm not sure there can be another stretch of road so beautiful.

On to other things:

I've been pondering the thought of ending this journal -- again.  I think of doing this almost daily, hence the lack of writing here.  When I wrote in the other online journal, the one I can't mention, I couldn't wait for the next day to roll around so I could write more.

Of course, then I was married, happily married, and my life was stable -- and wonderful.  These days, idle time is spent staring blankly at the walls, the 'ole brain refusing to spark any creative thinking.  It pisses me off to no end too because I see so much more of the world these days, and experience so many more things now that I'm out of the married rut.

I'm doing my damnedest to stay out of the bottle, though I find myself being sucked right back in in my weakest moments.  I think of nothing else but being on the straight and narrow, being the best father I can be to my daughter, but then it happens.

Well I'm tired of it, and it's time to get my shit straight.  Fuck, I'm 37 years old and it is time to act it.  It is time for me to attack this house, to finish painting the house and garage, to finish up all the little projects waiting for my attention.  It is time for me to take pride in what I still have left after the divorce, and I do have a lot to be grateful for.

It is time for me to get back to reading, AND writing, and writing, and writing some more...

Later