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My sources of busybodyness of the past 48 hours:

-Aiding my mother move furniture and overwhelming amounts of housework... My emphysema-ailing grandmother is moving in w/ my parents today. It's a move that everyone but my grandmother herself was expecting. She's landed herself in the hospital 3-4 x's within 6-8 months by undermedicating herself. Now she'll be in a separate section of their house w/ as much privacy or family involvement as her battle axe self would care.

-Dinner, drinking and no movie yesterday evening... After an atypical delay on my part in meeting up, my friend, Lisa and I dropped the plan for the film society's showing of Mystic River. We instead opted for pizza & beer, where we bumped into Nurse_Mengele and her always cool spiked boy. We crashed my former co-worker's coffeehouse for java and a quick game of catch-up. Much further down the street, an additional companion to our tipsy travels was hijacked. Thereafter we spent the next two and a half hours at Archie Moore's in Milford watching "rides home" being offered & two girls argue over how evenly matched their imaginary brawl would be. The image of the evening was the extent a pseduo-psycho girlfriend could keep a boyfriend's four years gone relationship alive for guilt purposes alone. Hmmm...

-Work on a beautiful, warm day... Bike rides through Yale, frisbee playing on New Haven's East Rock and my favorite recipe for Pasta Primavera. My joy was primarily found in dismantling a propane grill, getting it back in working condition, cleaning the fuck out of it and holding an 11am BBQ.

Note to self: Stop being afraid to bring the camera back out into the world... Just because you misplaced it & drove yourself insane trying to recover it doesn't mean you're doomed to repeat it. It just means you shouldn't leave fucking things in your laundry basket to be forgotten.