Hello, New Year

Hello, peeps.  I've been wanting to post here,  but after such a long absence again, there's the inevitable pressure to say something stupendous.  Like, "2011 will be the year I conquer Mt. Everest!" or, "2011 will be the year I sell my first book!"

No plans like that.  Let's just say...hmmm. Maybe 2011 will be the year I really commit to my writing schedule, which was going along okay, until HOLIDAY 2010 hit my household like a Mack truck.  Or, let's just say...maybe 2011 will be the year I commit a little better to the old blog, here.  I'm a bit chagrined that the blog, which purports to be about "nesting" (at least some of the time), hardly ever ever mentions the subject.  So I'd like to change that.

For now, here are a couple pictures that make me smile.  On New Years Eve, my family went ice skating at the temporary rink our city installs in the Old Town district.   I was taking some pictures of my daughter (who did about 110% better with her ice skating compared to last year, when she spent almost the entire hour either clinging to the rail, or landing hard on her bum).  At home, reviewing the pictures, I noticed the young couple behind her.  Ah! Young love!

Young love on ice (the blue tie-dyed girl is mine).

It's like a commercial for diamond engagement rings!

So, a belated Happy New Year to you and yours. If you're at all like me, you're just finding your footing and balance going into this brand new year, anyhow.  (Which was not supposed to be a bad ice skating metaphor, but I guess that works, too.)