She likes puzzles, Shania Twain, ABBA (said "AhhBBA" like 'August', not ABBA like 'apple'; she had me practice a few times), PB&Js, and sleeping. I think she's about 33 and she likes it when you dance like a maniac and snap your fingers. So, yeah, we're friends.
The first time I worked at her house, she stayed in bed the entire time. She'd had a seizure the night before or something like that, I guess. So I basically got paid $10 an hour to read a magazine. The next time, though, we did this dog puzzle. I am terrible at puzzles. Jenny is pro. I think I'm going to like doing puzzles with her. See, I've always hated puzzles because I don't ever do them for fun on my own. I only do them with other people. The kind of people who do puzzles for fun are usually super speedy so as soon as I see a piece it's gone and suddenly part of a teddy bear or an old Victorian mansion. So that's discouraging. But with Jenny, I just do what I can and she's just doing what she can and our combined efforts make the puzzle last for more than three hours, which is when I have to leave.
I've actually always been a little terrified of people with disabilities. They just seem so unpredictable without the tiny, cute factor that little kids always have. But, after working on my initial fears, I feel like I already get along well with Jenny. I try to treat her like an adult kid. I mean, she IS 30ish after all, even though she doesn't think like she is. I just try to be my own authentic self. It's a breath of fresh air to be able to do that and have someone dance along and snap their fingers with you.
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