She is past efficient when speed is essential, and way laid back when not. I've been late for nothing with her in charge, including those horrid days I was Hoyered out of bed, screaming in pain because the straps were ill positioned on the nine inches of titanium rod in my thigh. We remain speaking work mates, a lot because I've learned new ways to get out of bed.
I'm champion at side board, and standing and pivoting now. Interestingly, my bare feet can barely tolerate these floors. Shoes are essential to dressing, for me. Flat feet.
Back to Marianne. We have running conversations about her evenings and weekends.
"I have a soccer mom van and no kids, I take care of so many."
After a day off, "Blondie and I took the kids to the zoo today." Blondie is another aid, with inch long, spikes of bleached white hair. Marianne scrolled through zoo pictures of herself pushing a double stroller with one hand and occasionally leading a third child. Blondie was there, with two daughters.
"Well, how was it? Something you'd do again, or maybe not for ten or fifteen years?"
" It was such a good idea, " said my my little ball of energy. "No repeat!"
When she talks food, I only listen, of course. But this weekend became interesting. She and her boyfriend both have the weekend off. But, it's raining.
There are two ball games. In the rain? There is the Italian Festival. In the rain?
I asked if she knew The Holden Arboretum? "Yes, but in the rain?"
" Hard rain? Cold rain? You wrangle kids and old duffers. Your boyfriend is a police officer. You haven't melted. You both have waterproof clothing! "
Marianne was warming. The attraction of the arboretum is the fairly new skywalk, high above the trees, overlooking the valley.
"My former husband has a dedicated bench there. I've never seen it. I understand it's by his favorite pond, though I couldn't find my way back. The one our oldest daughter ran straight into, in her 'walk on water' days. "
"A quest!" said Marianne. "We'll find it, and I'll bring you its picture."