Caffeine Diary

I was going to go to the gym this morning.  Theoretically, I had an appt. at 11:30--not that the trainer in question ever called Friday to confirm like he said he would.  But at 11 (and with some warning, so don't think it was all WTF?!) my SIL and her fam stopped by.  They'd just gotten their tree at a local stand near us.  The fam includes our 3-yr-old niece (godshelpmeandthecat), and at 11:15 I decided better to call and genuinely cancel the theoretical appt at the gym, which I did.  I was all dressed to go and everything, but the familial part of me said stay and visit, you don't see them often, and the cat will be in dear need of protection from the well-meaning but uncomprehending carpet troll.  I will point out, however, that after they'd gone, NordicBoy and I walked down to see the new Mountaineers Clubhouse down at Magnuson, so I've not been sitting on my ass all day.  They had an open house today so we checked it out.  Very, very nice!  And a good walk, too, since it's 2+ miles each way with much uphillness.  The GreenStage part of me is dead jealous of the renovations they did and how fantastic the space is now.  And the loo!  OMG!  Fabulous!  So, yeah, jealous.  GS's storage space is down there, very nearby, has no loo but the port-o-john outside, is freezing cold and inadequately lit, and the light switches aren't even in the same room.  ::sigh::  Yay for the Mountaineers, but why the hell is it so tough to get monetary support for the arts in this fucking country?  I mean, I was reading the Mariners updates today, and Raul Ibanez got something like a $2M signing bonus with the Phillies.  Not to begrudge him or anything--he's an awesome player and an even better human being--but oh what GS could do with a tenth of that, you know?

Okay.  Enough whinging.  Things to do.  Chocolate to cook.  Ta.