Last Friday, about noon, I received a call at work from Kathy Ayres, a lady from my church. Some things were in motion. It looked like Allen and Carolyn might be able to get their own place. Right away. I needed to type up something and bring it to her. So I typed it up quickly and left for home. I called Pam on the way. She immediately left her own work. Before long, six of us were at home: Allen and Carolyn, me and Pam, and Tom and Kathy Ayres.
It’s complicated what happened. Suffice it to say, with the help of a social agency, an apartment was secured. We spent the rest of the day and Saturday morning packing. Saturday afternoon we began moving them, until an ice storm put a stop to the proceedings. We finished up on Sunday afternoon (in the pouring, cold rain).
So now, Pam and I inhabit what seems like an empty house. Just us and our two cats. It was December 1, 2006, when Allen and Carolyn, and two-month-old Connor, moved in with us. And it was exactly a year later when we got them set up in their own apartment.
What a year. A rewarding, topsy-turvy year.
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