Gym update, Mouse, 6 pack

Last night after work Ali and I walked into the gym and I immediately did a survey.  Gone was a squat rack, decline bench, flat bench and a bunch of the plates.  The owner was still there and I approached him and asked where the benches were (even though I knew what was in the works)  He told me they were gone and in addition they were removing all dumbells heavier than 55 lbs, the weighted curling bars and all plate based benches and equipment.  With a look of disbelief on my face I asked him why in the world would he want to do that. I asked if they were trying to turn the gym into a rehab center?  He said it was being forced upon him by corporate, he said that they are mandating that these changes be made (which is a lie)  I told him he was going to lose a ton of members as a result of this.  He said he figured on losing 150 to 200 members.  He apologized and that was it.  I was pissed.  I talked to a few guys there and filled them in on the deal as there was nothing posted about it, no letters to the members, he just is pulling stuff out.  Some already knew and were super hot about it as well.  The one guy who is a real big dude said that he heard that the owner already had a cancellation agreement made up with his name on it, as he is exactly the type of person that is being discriminated against.  He said he is going to remain a member to spite the owner and come in there on his light days so he can continue to “scare the old people”.  The others I told had no idea what was going on and were equally angry. 

So on our way back to pick up Nicki I stopped at the old shithole gym and found out their rates.  It looked as shitty as ever and we saw a guy we knew from our last go round there hanging around the counter like he always did.  We related the bullshit going on at JFZ which they said they had heard about as many people have already jumped ship.  So I think what will happen is I will join the shithole and Ali will stay at the old place since she has no need for the stuff they are pulling out.  I’d like to make a statement by pulling both of us out of JFZ but I don’t feel right making her work out in the shithole as well.

The whole drive home last night I was griping about how ridiculous the gym situation was. Then after getting home I got another treat as I looked out into the pool and saw something floating in it that was definitely bigger than a leaf.  I went out and found a dead field mouse who evidently drowned.  I felt bad for the thing and disgusted at by the sight the same time.  I initially scooped him out with the pool skimmer and just chucked him towards the one landscaped area.  Ali thought it was a bit cold of me to just chuck him like that.  So I went down and retrieved his rigamortis afflicted body and put him in the ditch under some freshly cut palm fronds.  Poor thing probably was looking for a drink and fell in.

After a restless night sleep where I had a bad dream involving Nicki, an alligator and my subsequent fight with the alligator, I stumbled out to the kitchen.  Every morning I scan the floor for dark shadows which almost always mean our wonderful cats have decided to vomit at that spot.  Well this morning was especially vomitous.  In total I cleaned up 6 different spots of vomit.  I was besides myself with anger.  I am yelling at the diabetic cat about how I would love to grab her f’in neck and snap it.  My threatening tone of voice scared the dog and she cowered thinking I was mad at her.  I continued with various outbursts about yearning for the cats demise whenever they came into my view. I’m just so sick of it.  The idea of putting the cat to sleep without her being on her deathbed seems cruel to me during most waking moments but between the vomit and the ass wiping stains on the carpet, at times I am literally inches from breaking the cat’s neck with my own two hands.