guuurl

Julia's taking a drawing class at the university this semester.  She showed us her sketches and told us they had nude models, which was unexpected and kind of weird, not being used to things like this.

Her niece was there with us, taking it all in, perplexed frown on her face.  Julia said the model came into the room and parked herself in the chair and they had to sketch for three hours.  Plus the model had to sit there for three hours.  I wondered if the room was sufficiently warm. 

The whole thing, I'm sure, sounded beyond bizarre.   The child asked, "Did she come over there like that?"

We paused for a second imagining this lady driving over to the U, walking in from the ramp and all.

Julia shook her head and said, "Guuuurl."

We used to have conversations all the time that went off in their own directions, but hardly ever anymore.  We need more.

I love you girls,   Love, Grandma