With so many possibilities for how best to start The Very Last Day of 2006, how does a person choose? As it turns out, this year it was really quite easy to decide how I would spend at least the first half of The Very Final Day. First I got up way too early for anybody's happiness, then I showered before making the hugest pot of coffee imaginable, then I hung out with Mr. Pie for several hours. (Seen here enjoying his cheerios.) Instead of our usual and customary Saturday morning together, this week we had the pleasure of sharing our Sunday.
Between removing ornaments from the tree and rolling the lights up so they won't get tangled - my only contribution to the household decoration removal project - we did those things you do with babies that require you watch them very carefully so they don't do anything horrid. Like fall on their heads and put small objects into their body's orifices. But the best part, I think, was that we took two naps together. I'm not talking about any old nap, though. I'm talking those naps in which you're cuddled up so tight and part of the time the baby's completely on top of you and his head is snuggled under your chin and his arms are spread out as if to hug you all the way, if only he could reach. And part of the time I slept just as hard as he did, and when I was awake, I let my little old ADD brain jump from subject to subject and nobody needed New Year's Resolutions, 'cause this time I got New Year's Baby Nap Thinking Time and that was good too.
And on this particular day, my Rapidly Advancing Stream of Unrelated Thoughts took me through a mighty plethora of topics - generally I choose not to take my ADD meds when I'm hangin' out with the baby, since he's not particularly concerned about whether I meet deadlines or not - and I thought I'd recall a few of those thoughts here, just for your reading pleasure. But this time, I'm skipping the tidy bullets, because it occurs to me you should get to, just once, enjoy this free-flow of thoughts in a similar fashion to the way they arrive in my brain, and I can assure you, handy, organizing bullets are not included. The mental smorgasboard began when I started noticing this obsessive curiosity concerning the organization of my computer's directory structure where I absolutely had to figure out that very minute where those pictures are that I took of my friend Adam in his studio a month before he moved to New York. (I still don't know. See, that's one of the special joys of having ADD: the thing that matters so intensely right this very second will soon be replaced with other, equally-pressing matters, and sometimes there isn't time or focus enough to actually go back and figure out the answer to the original question, so you find it creeping into your consciousness again and again, and eventually it'll stick around long enough that you'll actually solve the puzzle. Eventually.) Then I thought about my necklaces and how it's time to get the clay back out again because I'm ready to try some new designs. After I'd imagined some of those designs and considered some alternatives, I thought about how my new home page is still unfinished and I'd expected it to be online by now, but then how I didn't realize - when I set that pseudo-deadline - there were quite so few days left in 2006, therefore it's likely to take a couple more before you can see the final product. Then I enjoyed thoughts about how interesting it was when I realized it was finally time to start dating again and how that's starting off nicely. And after giving a healthy portion of my attention over to thoughts of that maze some people call the "dating scene," I found myself wondering if I might be able to find the phone number of the client who wanted me to make her some bracelets when I had time. Which led, don't ask me how, to thoughts about the new tires I still haven't managed to get for my car yet. But that made me feel anxious so I released that thought and felt better replacing it with a different one: that this year already promises to be so much better than last year was (not that it wasn't a lovely year, I'm just saying I'm about ready for better, thank you very much,) and how exciting it is when a new year finally actually gets here.
It went on from there, 'cause that baby really did sleep a long time - both times. But these are some of the highlights. Now, as we start a new work week, and I have right many emails waiting to be addressed, and still the coffee must be made, I'll have my little memories (and some nice snapshots too, don't you think?) of Pie Time to hold me through the week, and plenty to keep my mind occupied as I hit the ground running toward all those fresh, new goals. But I think first I'll take a little Addreall. Seems best not to skip it today...