Random Nonsense

My mom’s maternal grandmother turns 95 this weekend, so my maternal grandmother is in Springfield for the first time in … oh, 17.. 18 years? Before today I can only vaguely recall ever seeing her twice in my life. I have an inkling of a memory of sitting next to her on some random family member’s couch as my mother droned endlessly on to everyone about how smart I was despite possibly being the spawn of satan. The memory before that is even more fuzzy and really only contains her because I still have pictures of us together at The Gulf of Mexico when I was four.