I went and pitched one of my cheap $30 Wal-Mart tents over at my urban campsite this morning. Inside, I put an old pillow and blanket along with some magazines and bottled water to make it look well used recently. I want to see how long it will take before someone messes with it. It is a pretty stealthy spot, but I do know I spent a lot of time down there as a child. I wonder if children even explore like I did in this age of video games and organized sports.
I then went on a big shopping spree down at my father's pharmacy for things such as washing powders, dishwasher detergent, soap, shampoo, toilet paper, paper towels, and some various canned goods. I tried to write a check, but dad wouldn't have anything to do with it. He told me to save my money and that the store would cover sundries for me from now on.
My relationship with my father has been really great lately with him giving me a lot of freedom since the move. Only one minor perturbing incident has occurred when yesterday, while Rosa and me were over at her house, someone used their key to open my house to leave some cokes and a bag of hamburgers on my kitchen counter. I think it was Charlie so he must have an extra key to my house. I just feel uncomfortable with a bunch of people having free access to my home.