November 4th, 2024, and it was to be my last day at the Owingsville Manor after nearly 6 years as a resident. It all came crashing down when we had a meeting with the director, Sharlene Goes. We were informed that the Manor would be closing, and we had until November 11th, 2024, to find replacement housing.
Here it is, April 4th, 2025, and a lot has happened. It took 5 months but I’m finally getting settled in with the organizational aspects of my life. My computer is set-up and sitting in its’ workstation on my desk, alongside my Franklin/covey planner. My schedule is taking shape with the addition of regular events throughout my week and month. Home responsibilities are being worked out and we are awaiting word from VA to hear what my adjusted pension will be.
It sounds as if everything is going as expected, however, it’s not all that it seems. During these past 5 months there has been a fair share of struggles. During that time, we have been hosting numerous individuals. From the end of November through the early part of January, we provided housing for a homeless, 72-year-old lady. We asked her to leave when it became apparent that she was using drugs. Just before she left, we had 2 more individuals move in; one was our grandson who was trying to get off drugs, and the other, a friend of our son. At our peak there were 7 of us; Dinah and I, Granddaughter, Kendal, and Rob our son, along with upwards of 3 other guests, all living in a 2-bedroom, 1200 square foot house. In January we had 2 leave and another move in. So, it has been a sort of revolving door.
March began with a different narrative. It started on February 28th, 2025, with the goal of getting my space in order. Rob and Jude buckled down and painted my space after which they finished moving the rest of my furniture in. That meant that I could start organizing my desk and bookcase; something I had pushed for since moving 4 months earlier. That was pretty much the last of the major projects that have been completed. Part of the issue was Michelle; she moved in sometime in February. She was a homeless 55-year-old which we thought was a Godsend; the honeymoon didn’t last long. At first everyone seemed to like her but the more she tried to take control the more people began to resent her. Later we found her to be using meth, even giving some to Jude. She is now gone but the feelings and stress linger.
The next major change will be when Rob moves out, which should be within the next couple of days. He has big plans for the foreseeable future; a memorial service/party on the 12th of April then his birthday on the 21st. After that it’s to Michigan for some chores and then off on the music festival circuit. I believe it will be good for everyone, including the 3 of us left behind. Dinah, Kendal, and me; we should be able to forge a good life.
Through all that we’ve been through I have learned a few things; one is patience, the ability to wait for things to work out. When Dinah offered to provide me with a place to stay, I guess I was expecting things to go on as usual, without interruption. Reality is a great teacher, and I am learning a lot. Once Rob is gone the 3 of us can work on a way of doing things that are beneficial to everyone. I’m looking forward to getting a plan in place with goals and action items moving me into a productive future.
Until next time,
God bless and keep you.
Yancy Adamson