Rosa called this morning after breakfast.
"Tonight's the big night," she said.
"I have to wait until dad brings my medications then I am driving down to near the campsite," I replied.
"You know I am going to worry about you."
"I will be just as safe down there as I am here," I said, trying to reassure her.
"I wish you would just come and camp in my backyard," Rosa replied. "That way I could crawl into the sleeping bag with you."
This was a woman who used to get high on crack and sleep on benches in public parks in Atlanta after turning tricks all night. Lately, I am flummoxed by her concern over my camping down at the mill. Rosa really has mellowed and turned scary these days.
"Are you going to take your gun?" Rosa then asked.
"Dad took it away from me," I replied. "He got all nervous after the Virginia Tech shooting. Said mentally ill people and guns are dangerous. I gave it up just to keep the peace."
Rosa didn't reply so I took it as she agreed with my father about the gun. She then told me to come by at lunch for sandwiches changing the subject. I told her I would be by at noon and then hung up the phone.
Well, I am very excited about tonight. It will be night one of my urban camping experiment. I have a grand camp stove meal planned that I am going to prepare this afternoon. I will write again in the early morning of my overnight experiences.