Fortunately, everything is pretty much done, including the ARENA! Which looks amazing. We are given instructions on how to drag said arena, which include taking a piece off the back of our drag, which seems odd, but we roll with it.
So I spend a while trying to figure out how to get everything done all weekend without Allison (who, according to Molly, is trying very valiantly not to die) including moving a bunch of ride times all around, only to have Ms. Allison walk in the barn looking pale but otherwise unscathed. Life lesson: When a box of frozen breakfast sandwiches says, "Do not refrigerate for longer than three days," don't eat them after a month in the refrigerator. Duly noted.
So hooray! Everything's looking pretty good. The ring is done. The wildness has been ridden out of my horses. My staff is no longer worshiping the porcelain throne. The washing machine is holding steady. And the weather is supposed to be fine. I think, "We're going to be just fine for this clinic."
Well, that was predictable.
While out to dinner with Colleen, I learn:
- the tweaking of the ring drag has rendered it useless, and I will have to drag it tomorrow before the clinic, when one of my clients wants to be riding, and another needs to have use of the ring with Colleen.
- Billy, my now-20-year-old Young-Riders-gone-Grand-Prix-horse, who I've had leased out for the last four years to an absolutely wonderful student, is not going to Florida with her, but rather is coming back home to me. This was part of the agreement, that she could return him at any time, and so this is no big deal, and I will LOVE having him home, except that I don't, technically, have a stall for him.
- I no longer have a working student for Florida: before emailing me, Emma-From-Norway had interviewed with Michael, who hadn't been in touch. Until today. Since working for an Olympian is, clearly, a much bigger deal than working for me, she's (wisely) going to take that job, and I am back to square one.
Arena drag: fixed, thanks to some heroics from my dad, and my always-helpful BA in liberal arts, which has given me the skills to use a wrench.
Arena: dragged and fluffy.
Clients: horses ridden, saddles ordered, big smiles.
Staff: still healthy, and reassuring me that they'll be fine keeping Billy in our little temporary shed-row barn, where there's no running water or electricity, as long as they get to play with him. Bless them! DONE.
Floridian Working Student: no progress on this, nor on an apartment for him/her, but I just can't work on that right now, so that'll have to wait for next week.
Horse insurance: also no progress, but a Plan B has been made.
Washing machine: holding steady.
Signs up, bathroom clean, horses groomed, and Michael's on time. Here we go!