Truthful Tuesday

 

Guys. My horses will be home in 15 days and I feel woefully unprepared for their arrival. I mean... Kind of. Not really. I need to order feed and shavings, but I do have enough shavings to get the stalls ready. Really the barn is in good shape. And I've made a dent in all the laundry so that's good too. But the ring which doubles as a turnout space... not so ready. I went out there yesterday planning to set a new course and have it ready for my helper to drag. Key word, PLANNING.

So prior to heading outside I stopped in the barn for a trash bag (for some of the fill that didn't make it through winter) and my measuring tape to measure any related distances. Of course the measuring tape was missing. I looked absolutely everywhere before reaching out to my helper who told me he borrowed it. Sigh. Of course he did. That's okay, I can always measure another day! Out I went!

I got busy retrieving things that had blown around (it's been a windy winter here) and then I saw it. It looked like a big hole in the ring. Oh dear. A sink hole? I got closer. Nope not a sink hole. But an enormous rock that looks my helper must have discovered and started to dig out but then apparently abandoned the project? Double sigh. My knee has been angry so digging up a rock isn't on my to do list at the moment. I'll leave that for him. But like, we gotta get this done and then filled with stone dust before the horses come home. My worker doesn't have set hours when the horses aren't here other than he is supposed to come in at some point each weekday, so while I was hoping to see him this morning, I didn't. If he's not here tomorrow before I go to the barn, I'll just have to reach out and schedule a quick meeting. It's crunch time! And I can't have holes in the ring. 

So I guess my confession today is that I haven't been staying on top of things around here and because of that I now feel a bit stressed about getting things ready for horses. No one's fault by my own of course. But I do have to ask, why do people start things, not say a word about them, and then not finish them? Like I shouldn't have just discovered a partially dug up rock. I should have been informed of it, or it should have just been taken care of. But alas. Here we are. At least he found it though, right? That's the bright side. It was found by a human and not the hard way by an equine. 

Oh my other confession is that it got too late and I didn't finish moving the jumps. And then tonight it was raining. Maybe tomorrow!