The Beach in December

Ever since college, my favorite part of winter is when I visit my grandparents in New Hampshire. Usually this happens around Christmas, and my parents and brother and various aunts and uncles visit too.

But my favorite favorite part of winter is when we all go to the beach.

The beach in December is beautiful. Snow on the sand, and ice amongst the rocks. The water is bluer than the Hope Diamond, and the wet sheen as the tide rolls out is like glass.

New Englanders obviously have an affinity for doing summery things in the winter (see our fondness for ice cream all year round) because it's never lonely walking on the shore a few days after Christmas. Especially on an afternoon like the one on which I took this pictures.

I just wanted to share this feeling with the world.

So far...

I swear, I am the worst at keeping resolutions. Just the worst. I keep telling myself to blog as much as I write, and it just never happens. Ugh.

Here are my goals for 2014 - because isn't that pretty much everyone's first blog post of a new year?

1 - Finish the first draft of Grave of the Goddess and start working on the second.

2 - Find a job. Yeah, I was laid off from my job the same day we closed on our house in late July. Yeah, I'm still unemployed. Yeah, it's a problem.

3 - Walk more. As Michael Moore and many many others say...

4 - Revive my science blog. More on this to come.

That's all for now. Because I'm trying to be practical, and not set myself up for failure. And also because these are all things that I'd be trying to do anyway - it's just nice to set them down in words with a reasonable expectation of being held to their standards.

New year! Yippee!