The other night, the fella was downloading Christmas music to add to his e-archive. I was doing something or other in the next room, and he suddenly called out: “Would you want an album of classical Christmas music?”

“Um, sure,” I replied. Not so much because I wanted an album of classical Christmas music to be downloaded onto my fella’s computer, where I would have limited access to it and it would probably soon be forgotten. But because I was touched by the thought.

While our musical tastes overlap a great deal, it is an unspoken but obvious fact that there are certain places where they veer wildly away from each other. Actually, it is quite often spoken by me; I’m forever rudely confronting him with a, “What is this?” (if I’m cranky) or “And what might we be listening to?” (less cranky, but still bitchy). He, on the other hand, politely puts up with my show tunes and classical music and folk with little more than the occasional eye roll.

Of course, since he tends to play DJ most of the time when we’re together, his exposure to these weird forms of music is limited. So my resolution for today: Play more classical music!

At the moment, Jr. and I listen to 7 minutes of classical each morning, on our way to daycare. It’s a habit I’m sticking with. But other than that, I rarely listen to it anymore. And that’s a shame. There are compositions that make me swoon, that feed my brain, that scored my entire childhood. I want them back.

P.S., I’ve noticed that so far all my resolutions are along the lines of, “I want to do this thing I used to do.” Tomorrow I shall have to come up with some sparkling and spectacular NEW thing deserving of the odd-sounding 2011.

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