A Cozy Moment

 Lisette loves cozy.  I think we all do - at least all we girls do - but Lisette really loves cozy.
Last Monday it was cold here. During these swing temp months Dad only randomly starts fires and this day we had one in the living room but not here in this room.
Dad and I were both on our respective computers after dinner (I was playing Bejeweled, trying to beat Clare's 1.5 million point score! (are you reading this Catherine?) when Lisette came home, earlier than usual. Not finding us watching a show in the other room, she ventured in here.  Her first words, "Oooh!  It's cold here!" 
Still, she had brought her laptop with her and in short order sat down and began a craiglist search for a dresser.  As she searched, she and Dad went back and forth about the labor needed to re-paint her old dresser...and did Lisette really want to wait that long before she had a proper place to put her clothes?  Dad was  more than happy (sort of) to put in the time to redo the dresser but did say, more than once,
"Why don't you keep it the way it is?  You know, a nice brown color, goes with everything...?"
Lisette could only growl, as only Lisette growls.
While this conversation was going on, Dad was listening to Leonard Cohen's "Bird on a Wire".  (If you aren't familiar with Cohen, I encourage you to listen when you can. He was introduced to Dad and me in Spain by Uncle Michael when we were waiting for Maureen to be born.  We loved him and listened to his LP all the time. I warn you: Cohen's music and voice is an acquired taste  "Bird on a Wire" was a favorite)
 Dad and Lisette talked -  I weighed in - and Dad youtubed more of Cohen.
"Remember this one, Kathy!?", Dad asked as another favorite played.
"I remember them all now that I'm hearing them again. Almost word by word. Wow. The memories..."
Lisette showed me some craiglist finds ( she finds the coolest stuff!) and we deliberated about price and real value (as in was it really her taste?)...and the music played. 
During this time Lisette would mention, now and again, "It's COLD in here" . Not so much as a complaint, just an observation.
We ignored her, if course. 
"Can you play that "bird wire" song again?", Lisette asked.  
"It's 'Bird on a Wire' ", corrected Dad, and played it again.  Heaven.


song here:  







"I also like that song with the french chorus at the end.  Can you play that? I like this guy"
By the time I went upstairs (my arms pretty much frozen by then) we had spent a good amount of time, just the 3 of us, in this cold room, listening to music, recalling memories from long ago and decorating Lisette's new apartment.
It was as cozy a time as I can recall.  Made cozier by the fact that it was so spontaneous.
I don't know about Dad, but for me it was us with our memories, enjoying Lisette in her element. 


 I will miss you, Lisette. 


PS Lisette was in her element again last night. Some of you know about this incident and, Lisette, you KNOW it's going to be posted as soon as I have another few minutes :)