You just sit down and make lists and lists, then throw away some lists and make new lists. You make phone calls by the hour, to coordinate horses moving, telephones moved and re-hooked up, trash delivery started, electric and water turned off and more electric and water changed into your name, dumpsters ordered at two locations, rent a “pod”, rent a U-Haul truck, get hay deliveries changed, try to coordinate exactly how much hay you will need until moving day (don’t want to move several tons of hay), reschedule grain deliveries (grain to new place while still feeding at the old location).
One of my favorite moving items is to try to get a hold of the Amish guy who built my run-in sheds and then coordinate with him and his schedule to move these run-in sheds. This Amish guy has a phone which he only answers once a day, not after 5:00; and considering he starts work at 6:00 a.m.—building and moving run-in sheds and barns, it can take a couple of days for him to get back with you. He’s moved them three times now, we’ve become quite close, watched his sons grow up—probably as close as you can be to an Amish guy and not be Amish. And no I don’t think they’re going to be on the reality show.
Now you’ve got all of this planning done and then one of several things happen—(1) it rains, (2) the hay guy can’t find your new location (3) or the Amish guy’s gotta fix fence. Most of the time when you move, you wait until you absolutely have to move—so there is a bit of a time schedule which needs to be followed. `
So back again to the list making.
After all the planning is done and hopefully follows the schedule, you realize two more things: (1) you need a lot more people than you have (2) and dear God, where did you get all of this stuff?
Lesson riders fall basically into three categories: the wonderful ones, the ones who can’t continue riding at your new facility (even if it is closer to their house), and those that will cancel work and move heaven and earth to help you with your move and “Do-Over”. The wonderful ones keep on riding, even at your new location—they love you, your instructors, your horses. The wonderful ones pay their bills, have children who follow directions, and listen to everything you say.
The ones who couldn’t possibly change their GPS system in their car, even though they have been riding with your program for two or three years, and you’ve basically dedicated your teaching career to their darling children, simply either tell you that they are no longer riding or have decided to move to another stable where, it is cheaper, closer, better lesson horses, they have a long lost cousin who rides there, or they simply don’t like you or your instructors (and maybe never did like you or your instructors and must send you a lengthy email discussing all the problems they’ve encountered with your program, how the new facility that they’ve chosen will basically solve all their problems, and they’re not sure why they even spent all this time with you over the years to begin with?). Not that I’m bitter over all the changes with my program, I must simply remember that I’m in my “Do-Over”! And in a “Do-Over” it is time to get rid of all these darling people.
Then there are the clients who, ask you months in advance of your move—can I help you move, I will risk losing my job, to help you move, even if I’ve had major surgery the week before the move, I can lift something. These clients are your saving grace, your mental boost that you need during such a crazy time. They repeatedly tell you how much they enjoy being a part of the barn, how much you have done for them with their riding and their horses. How you are a big part of their family.
So make another list of who’s going to help move, who’s going to drive the U-Haul, who’s going to load horses, who’s going to tear apart the offices and lounge, who’s going to move picnic tables, who’s going to pick up lunch, who’s going to move railroad ties, who’s going to move, move, move and move. So with the assistance of several strong employees and their strong friends—and a huge group of client volunteers we started the move. Whew!
Thirty-six hours later, it was moved. It might not be in the right location, but everything is out and at the new stable. Now for the fun of organizing and unpacking. Arrgggghhhhhh!
Next Blog article we will talk about “Dear God, where did you get all this stuff?”.