The wind was forecast to come howling through, so we headed out early for our Thursday hike, in hopes of beating the wind. It was glorious – calm, warm in the parking lot, 10 degrees colder as we moved closer to the ice and shade along the creek at Big Hill Springs. Hiking on a sore hip was probably foolish and definitely painful, but it was so worth it, to be out in early spring.
The wind hit on our drive back, slamming a cardboard box onto the front of our car. We were chewing dirt by the time we got home.
Wednesday I hung out with the grade 5s of Falconridge School. They quizzed me on Cursed. I’d claimed almost everything in it was drawn from real life, even though it’s a fantasy story. I almost managed to convince them.
I brought some props too. The kids were awed by the Spirit Man (and a little creeped out), and absolutely thrilled to meet Old Moby, Jane’s puppet. While I was signing bookmarks I listened in as one of the teachers read a scene from Cursed. I hadn’t realized I’ve never heard anyone else read my stories. I’d forgotten the scene, and had a good laugh listening in.