So, today was the moving day for my horse Sam. It started with me up at 6:30am to shower and apply makeup.
Which generated a series of questions from my husband who questions why I would shower and apply makeup before "going to see that stinky HOARSE." (not spelled wrong he provides much more emphasis on the HOAR than necessary.
I leave by 7:30 and head to the storage facility where our travel trailer is kept so I can hook the trailer ball to the hitch (because he does not leave it on his truck at all times.) This is a ball attached to a HUGE thingamajiggy that weighs roughly a TON (for me). I managed to rub rust all over the front of my jeans and my pink tank top.
I arrive at the rental facility covered in rust at 8:05am where I sign the agreement for a large bumper pull stock trailer.
Head to the barn where my horse had been kept. Realize when I switched vehicles and key fobs with my husband, I did not remove the tack room key. So, call barn owner who is not home and proceed to WAIT on a milk crate for 2 hours.
Load horse, drive to new barn. Horse was not impressed with skinny narrow stock trailer with the slippery mats, even though I put down shavings.
Arrive at new barn, much later than planned. It is now 92 deg F in SWMO with about 60% humidity.
Back horse out of trailer, he missteps, falls to knees, hops back in trailer panicked, hits wall of trailer that makes huge rattling sound and freaks out and storm OUT of said trailer, nostrils flaring. Give him a moment to calm down and reenter and exit trailer again, but this time calmly.
Working up a bit of a sweat now.
Scoop shavings out of rental trailer, cart to new horse stall, and move horse into stall.
Now begin the chore of moving all of my tack, grooming supplies, treats and timothy hay pellets, and excess paraphernalia to barn. But, fail to think about the wheelbarrow I just used and instead make 4 trips. Very hot and sweaty now.
Last trip kicks in and now I am seeing spots because in my haste this morning I failed to bring water and did not eat. Heat has kicked in and there is no breeze. Lay on cool grass by tree. Doesn't help. Barn owner suggests I stand in her sprinkler to cool off. My hair, shirt, jeans, and face is drenched, but my pulse has stopped beating behind my eyes.
(It was about this time I was asked to sign a liability waiver -
. I may NEVER get used to this Missouri heat and humidity and working in an building that is set for 65 deg F each day doesn't help.
I cool down, finish organizing my tack, say goodbye to Sam and drive off. To the trailer rental place. I show up there still drenched. Nice. Turn trailer back in and decide to stop at Atwoods for a tack rack to keep in the barn. But, I did this without realizing what I did until I saw my reflection in a mirror IN Atwoods. From the storage facility to Atwoods (roughly 20 miles) I drove on the highway with the truck windows DOWN.
Yep. I have short hair (much shorter than desired thanks to a bad haircut). The left side of my head was parted in three places and sticking straight out.
So, there I am in Atwoods. Funky hair. Smudged mascara and makeup that was mostly sweated off and then rinsed off. Rust down the front of my shirt, and a smudge on my face from wiping a rusty hand against my jawline.
I've decided to move so I never have to face anyone in that store again.
To make it worse; my husband and I have a date to go to the movies tonight. I told him I needed to shower and get ready before we leave. Yep.... It will be a long night. Thank goodness it's a movie and not dinner. I will get a reprieve from his commentary.