Hi Myrna, yes he was completely in his own little world as he sang that so beautifully. I'm glad you liked it. On my next shopping trip I need to pick up a radio so I can listen to this particular radio station I found after I moved down here. They play mostly classical music and I love listening to it as I drive around so if I had a radio here in the house I could listen all day long. :)

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OMG Evelyn, this is so beautiful.
Did you notice his expression on his face when he was finished the song? He was so into the music, it was like he needed a few seconds to come back into the now. I thought it was wonderful, super, or whatever you can say. I love it. Thanks

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Happy Wednesday everyone. As I was out and about yesterday I heard this song on the radio and after I got home I found this video version it. Hope you all enjoy it. :)

Bring him home - Alfie Boe [Les Misérables in concert, the 25th anniversary]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UaI9BPKhExk&feature=related

Hi Malorie, I too love to read, although I don't read as much as I used to because I can't concentrate long enough for some reason. Who knows, maybe I've developed AADD. :)

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“BOOKS”



Books.....there is just something about them that I love. Whenever I go into a book store, whether used or new or pass a book rack, I am drawn in.

It is indeed the cover art that catches my eye first, then the title, then the synopsis is what either makes it or breaks it.

Thankfully I do not have the funds to fuel the desire or else I would have the starts of my own immense library.
As it stands now I have many books that will keep me reading for many years and that is after scaling back a bit.

I have to say it was my mother that started my love of books. She herself was a very avid reader and had many books of her own as well. When my brother and I were young, she shooshed us out the door to walk down to the library. Which at the time was only a few blocks away from our home. I remember the old library, it was in an historic building and two stories. The children's library was downstairs and the adult library was upstairs. We were young but old enough for both sections. The smell of the books was wonderful. They were old and the shelves were close and there were books stacked everywhere. It was a wonderful place. We spent lots of time there. There was even a rack at the top of the stairs just outside the door of the adult section that had books for sale. They were only a quarter or fifty cents, well with in my price range. I can remember going home not only with the books I checked out but also with my very own purchased prize.

Then the library moved a good distance away to a larger more modern facility. I grew up and life began to take precedence over reading time. But it was never far away. The book store or a trip to the library would stir the flame up.

Once I had kids I would read to them and I have a book “King of the Wind” that I loved as a child that I got a copy of so I would have it for them.
On one hand they did not quite pick up the reading bug. However they do enjoy video games that involve a lot of reading as opposed to the ones that are all action.
For Christmas last year I took the time to read them their favorite kids book “The Spooky Old Tree” onto a CD. I also read them “Treasure Island” on a CD. I had started it when they were little and we had never finished it. So I gave it to them as an audiobook read by me.

10 years ago when I first started my last job I was told to bring a book to work (as when I started I just answered the phone nothing else) I found that I read three books in the first few weeks of being there. But then I showed them I could do more and they came to depend on me more so there was no time.

Now I find I have time and I have my books. We have rediscovered each other.


Books are a wonderful world of fascination. In them I can travel to places I have never been or will ever go.
They take me to whole other worlds, times, places, meeting wonderful people.
A good book can make me laugh, or make me cry, it can give me inspiration or fuel my creativity.
A book is a quiet place to escape, or to curl up with on a rainy day.

Open a book, join me and lose yourself within its pages.

“I DIGRESS”



The beauty of conversation is that one subject generally leads to another. It is rather like a good ping pong game. Once you get the ball going it is invigorating keeping it in play. You almost want to hang onto the moment and hope it lasts for a long time.

Then there is the moments when you are with someone who is more then able to carry the conversation all by themselves. They very much want you there to listen to them but they do not want so much to have your input into what is being said. They may stop long enough to ask how you are or what is going on in your life but once you start telling them they take what you say and use it to direct the conversation back around to themselves.

There is also those who “digress”. I knew a lovely gentleman who was talented at this. His train would start out on one track and get sidetracked by many many other side tracks. On his way to one point he would think of another and start talking about that which would bring up yet another and off we would go and so on until his original point was almost forgotten. What was funny and almost endearing is that he was well aware of this habit and after much digression would chastise himself about digressing.

I have honed my skills as a good listener because of these type of people.

I consider myself a fairly okay conversationalist, predominately, however there are times my train leaves the station knowing the track and destination but somewhere while I am talking the destination gets lost. Leaving me saying “there was a reason I was telling you all this” and looking confused. Thankfully my family is use to my train jumping the tracks. :-)

Conversation stimulates our minds and emotions, connects us spiritually, entertains us, informs us and helps us interact socially.

The great secret of succeeding in conversation is to admire little, to hear much; always to distrust our own reason, and sometimes that of our friends; never to pretend to wit, but to make that of others appear as much as possibly we can; to hearken to what is said and to answer to the purpose.
Benjamin Franklin