The fruitcakes went into the oven at 4:20. Somehow that feels significant, and perhaps foretelling.
So begins the Christmas prep season, November being the thin edge of the holiday wedge. I feel a little badly for November. Surely I am not the only one who feels that it gets short shrift in the calendar hierarchy?
The OFKAR will be coming home in just over a month and by then I plan to have most of my work responsibilities finished off. The flurry of Christmas recitals at National Music Centre should be wrapped up by that point, and the events that I cover for East Village at this time of year all seem to centre around shopping and Christmas markets, so hopefully those too will be wrapped up with a bow put on them. I'm already scheming my board game strategy for the holidays.
See? I'm just as guilty of being unmindful of November's charms as everybody else. I did, however, write about the New Pornographers for my November edition of Canadian Bands You Should Know, which I now write for the National Music Centre blog. So there's that, I guess.