Somewhere I read that tonight the moon would appear closer to the earth than ever in squintillions of years or something. I don't know, I don't understand anything higher in the sky than the top of a lamppost. It meant that the moon would look big.
I've learned a lot about first aid over the last two days. Don't worry, nobody's been carted off to hospital. But eldest god-daughter is staying with us for the weekend and is a highly experienced first aider, so we've had a lot of conversations about concussion, head injuries, and what to do with a drunk. None of this information has been needed in the House of Stories to date, but it's best to be prepared.
This evening we went out to a fantastic evening of gospel music and poetry. Dave is an amazing singer, musician and choir leader who came to the valley a while ago ago to work for three years as part of Tony's team and stayed on when his contract was up because he was so involved with things here. He's now preparing to go to Africa to work in education/church planting/Aids education, so we won't have him long. What that man can do with his own voice is stunning, and that's before he even starts on the choir. Lovely guy.
We set out to walk home, and there it was. The moon, THAT moon, at just the perfect time to see it, pale gold with wispy clouds floating over it, looking so close it could touch the treetops. In a shivery night, three of us stopped, gasped, and stared.
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But authors can always use random knowledge such as first aid. I have had to look things up in a borrowed Boy Scout handbook for my outdoor-adventure writing.
Oh, yes! Everything is useful! I have a great friend who is a doctor, so I contact her if I need a suitable ailment for a character.
Even better than a Boy Scout handbook is a Boy Scout, retired. They're full of stories about their adventures, and love to tell them. My Dad's brilliant.
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