Friday, April 1, 2011

Dance Me to the End of Love

Last night we went to see Madeleine Peyroux perform to review for my column. Carol turned me on to her. Her name didn’t sound familiar to me, until she sang “Dance Me to the End of Love,” Oh, right, that Madeleine Peyroux.” It is a great song. Carol reminded me she had added it to the playlist for our wedding. She wasn’t sure whether Peyroux wrote the song so I googled it and found out Leonard Cohen did. His music and lyrics and her voice are a fantastic combination.

I had been assuming Instant Breakfast would mix with water, so it would be easy to do at the gym. It takes milk. I figured out I could add instant milk. Carol hates the taste of powdered milk because her mother watered down the real milk with powdered when she was growing up, because they were poor and five kids went through a lot. She didn’t think it was a very good solution. My only childhood association with milk being gross was after someone told me it has formaldehyde in it. My friend Mary suggested I might be able to get milk in the vending machines at the gym. I told her there is actually a cafe that has it. I think I will go with the cheaper version.

Oscar did indeed help me with my computer. I offered to take him out to dinner. He just wanted some pasta at home. I wound up having an extra free ticket for Cris Williamson’s concert, since Carol has a conflict, Oscar agreed to use it. When I said I would like to take Carol out to dinner to thank her for for all the work she did on the computer, she reminded me we have coupons for free dinners leftover from our wedding.

By the way, my friend Alice, who is a technical writer, offered to help with the setup.  It was good to know we could ask her.  Carol wound up figuring it out herself. We did ask Alice about something that was turning up on Carol’s computer, which we use as a backup, that looked like a virus after a computer shop had cleaned out viruses and set up better protection. It turns out what we had was malware. She told us how to download free protection from it.

The present moment is springlike.

1 comment:

  1. My mom did that milk thing when I was growing up, too. I didn't mind drinking it, but I hated it when it was my turn to "make it" in something my mother called the Osterizer (brand name). I don't remember hearing the word "blender" till I was in college.

    I'm going to see if I can get that Cohen/Peyroux thing on I-Tunes.