All right already

Is it a law that grandmothers have to noodge you? Or does that only apply to mothers' mothers?

I remember my grandmother noodging me to take a walk with her one time, when I was about sixteen. She was visiting my mom in her post-divorce apartment, and my grandmother wanted company at the ungodly hour of ten in the morning on a Sunday. She didn't whine or bite my head off: she just. Kept. Asking. Gaaah.
She's been dead since I was 19, but she's still noodging me to get going. Focal image done. Now to begin housing her.
Posted on February 12, 2011 and filed under "art shows", "commercial art", "genealogy".