So

While at the BBQ I munched on watermelon. Then took a walk around the woods for a while. It was nice taking a walk back there. Don't get to do it often enough. Plus, I wanted to see what was back there beyond the trails we have back there. Way it is in this house I won't be surprise if they find another reason to kick me out so when they do I'm headed to my Grandfather's woods. They assume I can't survive homeless. They assume I'm stupid. What they don't realize is when you take a woman who was a tomboy growing up (and still is), always interested in survival in the wild, grew up in the woods, loves working with her hands, prefers old fashion tools over electric, a Grandfather who built all kinds of houses, along with a father who built buildings (and said woman helped) plus plenty of woods, you get a woman who knows how to build a old fashion cabin without modern things. Just a ax and a club of sorts. Which making a club is easy. And my family leaves hand tools behind in the woods during the summer for getting wood for their wood burners. They just tuck them away in large plastic coolers so they won't rust in the rain but don't have to worry about lugging them back and forth with the wood. And people tend to stick the most random things back there. I came upon a RV that's in good shape. They don't use it. Awesome. Everything that I would need to build a tiny cabin is back there. Next time I get kicked out and they changed their mind, I'm not staying. Don't care how much they ask me to come back. I won't.

P.S. Funny part. I'll still have internet access there.