A high-powered couple of friends have got E fixed up for the renegade (not through Parks'n'Rec) Powerlifting classes. Ann got her signed up, and took her for her first class, then drove her home. Now that the times are understood, Looper will call Dial-a-Lift and arrange transport home. The journey to class will be accomplished by city bus. I spoke with E last night, and she informed me that she will walk up the hill from work on the days she has the twice-weekly class, and catch the 13 bus. She has to pull the cord (she told me) to be let out at the top of the hill above the destination. She walks down the hill, has the 2 hour class, then catches the Dial-a-Lift along with Casey (supposedly) at 8:50, and rides home. Excellent. Ann has it in her mind that E will go HOME, then catch the bus to the station, transfer to the 13, and so forth. However, she'd only be arriving home just in time to catch the bus back to station (where she just was), so E explained to me that she'd take her things to work and go from there.

I need to ring Parks'n'Rec as I am wondering what E's Special Olympics status is since she's been wooed away from soccer by powerlifting. Last year she had a harder time riding around on the buses at night than she has now -- I'm not quite sure if her sudden change away from soccer had to do with last year, or was just a result of JD telling her a million times that he wanted her in P'lifting. It doesn't matter terribly as (and I know this firsthand) the damn sports come up and go by quickly, as do the years, and it's not strange to want to give something new a try.

E said S, at work, has invited her camping. Also E told me she would like to take classes to learn to be a massage therapist. I could see her in one of those massage-therapy-at-work deals where someone massages a worker's neck and shoulders for 15 minutes. Maybe.