Our move into our boxing club was originally supposed to be a temporary thing but, out of all honesty, the more and more I think about it, the more and more I'm beginning to wonder if we'll ever really want to move out of it. In a previous post here on my homepage, I listed the benefits of moving into our club and the main benefit was the money we'd be saving for our future home we're wanting to buy.
What I didn't expect however with moving here was just how much I'd absolutely love having my four-legged friends with me all day, every day. It gives me such a sound piece of mind. There's absolutely no wondering what they're doing at home and if they're stirring up trouble or needing some water. They're always in the pup's corridor when we're working. And when I'm exhausted from a workout or just tired with dealing with so many people and just need a breather, I too can go into the pup's corridors. I often do actually. I like to go in there and sit on the steps with them. Pyen Chi paws at me to pet her while Balboa jumps up on to my lap and Pacquiao tries to steal my kisses. They serve well for giving me an extra second wind, or a third wind too as be the case sometimes.
The other reason why I question if we'll ever actually move is because our boxing club has become one big renovation playground for Snickers and I. There's always something to work on, something that needs fixing, and we're really enjoying the whole learning, trying and testing of new things. It's pretty cool to take a step back and look at all that we've done here. I think one of our coolest creation that we made were the boxing ring corner poles -- they came out of my sketches. I remember drawing them and then going to pick them up after some hard working men had made them come to life. It was just so cool. To most sure they're just four poles but to me they're four poles I pondered over, calculated to precise numbers and then put down on paper
Today while working on the massive electrical circuit board with Snickers, I asked him "how do you know how to do all this?" "I don't", he said, "I just try, test and then try again." Today we worked on rewiring the two rowing machines, extending various extension cords, and rewiring the main outlet behind the juice bar. It was a lot of electrical work today and it was just as Snickers said, a lot of trying, testing and then trying again. Thankfully no fingers were zapped or sparks flew but there was a most random power failure around 3am when we were already in bed and chatting. Suddenly the fans went off, as did our nightlight and the bathroom window. Oddly enough, so did the street lights outside though too. But then the in-club power went back on. It was a most strange coincidence, our power momentarily going off right when the street lights turned off for the evening. Leave it to Snickers to lean into me and say, "maybe the ghost turned the fan back on so that you won't hear him walk around our club". Great, thanks guy.
I've mentioned that before, right, how there used to be a hospital here but then they took it down to build the building we're now situated in?! Snickers always likes to tease me about how so many people died on this property but the fact that it used to be a hospital means death was inevitable, as were many lives saved and created (baby births) I argue. The whole hospital-past makes for an interesting story but it doesn't scare me. I'm more nervous about running into another sneak-in homeless man or flying street cat. Our abandoned building serves as a very cool place of refuge from the harsh summer heat but it's not so nice during the winter when it's cold empty walls serve to make the place feel like a walk-in freezer. None the less, it's protects you from the harsh winter winds and snow. I've now met a little over a handful of homeless men due to our building being abandoned and all but one were surprisingly very nice to me. The one that wasn't nice to me threw a soju bottle at me when I approached him on the fourth floor. Mouse Doctor has also met a not-so-nice homeless man in our building too. He didn't throw anything at Mouse Doctor but instead turned around and starred at him, as if to intimidate the heck out of him and warn him that he wasn't going to leave. Well, he definitely intimidated Mouse Doctor -- he ran back downstairs and into our club to come get Snickers. The two of them then did a total building homeless man search, eventually found him and then escorted him out.
The random homeless man I have to deal with here is nothing compared to the weekly drama of living smack dab downtown. I don't even like going downtown anymore, so much in fact that I've started to ask my friends to pick up my mail at my old apartment whenever they get a chance. I'm just so over the late night drunks, the pathetic street fights, the loud music, and the cluster of people. At Hulk's, there is no one around at night and I love it. No honking cars or screaming girls wake me up. It's just so dark, so quiet and so peaceful. You know, at nighttime when I go to sleep, the only thing other than Snickers and my four-legged friends breathing that I hear is the fridge at the very front of the club. I hear the hum of it's motor and that's my new favourite sound.
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