I am not ready for this:
Likely I wouldn’t have noticed, cold as it was and concentrating on returning to some warmer spot. But my eyes were alert because my ears had just heard a “Christmas tune” by Babyface. And if you aren’t ready for sharply decorated trees, you are simply unprepared for major key tonality that is trying to hard.
Why does every musician these days feel the need to record a Christmas record? I suppose it helps them fill in the last two tracks of their “greatest hits” effort, which is widely viewed as a way to fulfill the last project on a bad record deal. This is the penance for recording “Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas” in a Hawaiian shirt in July.
So, yes, the tree displays were a surprise.
It has been observed that Thanksgiving is the day where we go from complaining about Christmas arriving too early to complaining that it is arriving too quickly. More and more this seems apt with retailers as worried as they are.
Last year we saw Christmas bric-a-brac at Labor Day, so this, after Black Friday, and at a mall no less, is almost passable.
But Babyface?
Got some things done today, but not enough. There is now a list. Forty percent of it has been struck through. I had an hour-long printer jam. This required opening the front door, pulling out the toner and retrieving a piece of paper. From the rear of the printer I retrieved three pieces of crumpled paper. From the front again I pulled, and tore, the side of another sheet. Back to the back, then, where I pulled out some component that has important looking latches. I took the back door completely off. I contemplated building a catapult so I could fling the printer over the mountain, but it is not worth cranking the tension in the ancient weapon.
Instead I just meekly went back to printing
Also held class. This is a challenging part of the semester. Some people have not yet mentally returned from Thanksgiving. Others have already flown to Christmas in their imaginations. I blame the lights in the trees.
