** Each Day, Each Hour ~
Natasa
Dragnic, from Croatia, debut with her novel 'Each Day, Each Hour'
which, even before it was published, had been purchased by 28
countries. The reason? Love. This writer from Croatia but lives in
Germany, tells the story in this book of 2 adolescents of a small
fishing village in Croatia, now grown up, and re-encountered in Paris,
discovering that their young love has continued beating in their hearts
with the same intensity. A story which reaffirms that true love never
dies despite distance; also that destiny is drawn by our own hands.
When
questioned what is love, the author says it's life itself. New born
babies die if they don't receive love, and people with a pending
relationship always find a way to find each other again to tie up loose
ends. This last comment has been turning in my mind much of today,
also that of destiny being drawn by our own hands. I am earnestly
hoping both were true and possible.
** Harry Connick Jr. in concert ~
I
have always liked his songs and the way he sings other people's songs,
but have never been to any of his concerts until today, when I saw the
full 2 & half hour full recording, of his concert in Broadway, in
the Neil Simon Theatre.
This multiple Grammy and Emmy winning singer and song writer included classics like 'The way you look tonight' and 'Besame mucho', plays the piano magnificently, and very surprising to me, also a fantastic dancer of various types and discipline, including Tap, besides being a real showman on stage. Several accompanying musicians gave very impressive performances individually as well and all in all, a real entertaining show. My day today is so much brighter and happier for it.
** A twist of an old saying ~
I
don't remember where or from whom I heard it, but when a friend
mentioned the phrase: 'Two is company ...' and before he could finish, I
said 'Three is a sandwich'. (I didn't invent this, it just suddenly
popped up in my head and out of my mouth. I must have heard it from I
don't remember whom or where.
Anyway, my friend had a good laugh and I am still trying to think where did that come from.
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