Beauty through Existence

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Here is Goblin Foo, not in the best of spirits but home from the hospital and resting. I have about five pages of instructions for her daily care and it’s clear I will be doing little else besides working down that checklist for the next six weeks.

In other news, I am meeting today with the architect who will hopefully be getting the ball rolling for my new store. Yes, I am getting a new store! At least, I will be if I can get through some insane negotiations and get approval for the budget I will need. This is a rather overwhelming notion, but as it’s one of the less ambiguously good things going on, it’s a task I am happy to launch into.

Lastly, something must be going haywire in my medications as I have been rather bizarrely involved in my neighborhood politics over the past few days, eviscerating a stupid person in public in a way I rarely indulge in and then moments later, for some ungodly reason, volunteering to write a grant for a beautification project for the block I live on. Not only that, the beautification project was my own idea! I think the most beautiful thing about my block currently is the fact that Rob, Goblin, and I live on it, but if there’s something I can do to help out the less fortunate souls, I suppose it behooves me to do so. Sometimes even an atheist worries if god is giving him the stink eye.

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Poor little bunny. I hope she's feeling better very soon. Are all her friends going to sign her cast, with glitter-pens and i's dotted with little hearts?

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Oh poor baby! She's got to stop getting beauty treatments in basements in the suburbs. That's how I lost all my hair, so I sympathize. I hope everyone is feeling better soon. Except that wretch in the neighborhood, who no doubt deserves every ounce of shame you can heap.

Beautification begins with golden Goblin statues on every corner.

Tee-hee @ the golden Goblin statues on every corner! And a loud WAAH! @ that photo of poor Goblin Foo! My heart goes out to her with a virtual hug, as I'm sure she'd not appreciate a healthy squeeze right now. And to you, too, David. 'Cept I'm not holding back on the healthy squeeze with you.

Rindy: It's not really a cast, it's a bandage. The only one who has signed it so far is Donald Rumsfeld, but only because he didn't have anything better to do.

Helen: Was that YOUR hair I found in a suburban basement? I thought it was someone who had not put the lotion on its skin. I feel a little guilty about the whole piling the shame on the wretch thing, but what's done is done. I'm not a magician.

Crash: I completely agree and am waiting for your donation of eighteen solid-gold Goblin statues, each twelve feet high. You can have FedEx leave them at the back door if I'm not home.

Schaef: I could use a healthy squeeze. One gets a little jaded of the unhealthy ones.

Our neighborhood association has a Yahoo group, and as you know, online-mediated communications mean you say things that you wouldn't normally say in person. Up until now, when someone has posted an exceptionally stupid message (and oh, it happens every day), I have refrained from replying, "Remind me to punch you in the throat the next time I see you."

But my stars, it's tempting.

Yes, Ms. Foo is sad, but tell us--where will the new store be? And keep in mind that Frederick could use a bit more hipness...

I have been away too long.

Oh poor Foo. I hope she is resting comfortably.

I will direct positive energy your way and all will be well.

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