You may have been so busy you haven’t noticed, but my blog has been pretty quiet for a while now. That isn’t because I’ve fallen out of love with blogging (I definitely haven’t), but a variety of things have kept me from having time to do more than keep up my customary Monday post.
As I’ve said before, this is high season for me, work-wise. Last year by the time the show season was over, I was exhausted, and declared that I would take on less the following year.
Have I done that? Like hell, have I. This year I’ve taken on even more!
I have a real problem with saying “No”. And somehow I juggle my diary until I can fit in what appears at first to be an impossible schedule. While this does not illustrate the many jobs I take on for other people, let me give you an example:
I’ve been hit really hard by the loss of my beloved Frodo
My house mates from Scotland suggested I try bringing one of our rescue dogs down south to see if he would settle in a one-to-one situation. So instead of flying up earlier this month, I drove. 650 miles, 12 hours solid driving. I then drove 400 hundred miles around the area, teaching, followed by the 650 mile drive home, with Ben.
I was home for a week, and it was all going well. Until I flew to Glasgow for 2 days work. I was only away for one night, and Ben coped with my absence just fine (he kept my mother company), but clearly decided the house needed protecting while I was not there. Both my mother and father are extremely elderly, and have carers dropping in several times a day. The ladies were fine, but Ben refused to let any men in the house.
As doctors/paramedics etc. are just as likely to be male, and are frequent necessities in our house these days, this situation was sadly not going to work, so I needed to take Ben back to Scotland.
And here is the best example of my crazy ability to fit things together:
My old horse, Merlin, is enjoying a (slightly) easier life at the grand age of 23, taking a step down from Grand Prix with me, to compete at the level below, teaching a young rider (he knows it all, believe me, he does!). She was due to compete that weekend at a big show in Cheshire (250 miles). So… deep breath…
Saturday, we drove to Cheshire. I dropped Merlin and Cheryl at the show, then drove on in the horsebox, (400 miles) taking Ben back to Scotland. Arrived 1am.
Sunday I drove back from Inverness to Cheshire. Arrive 7.30pm.
Monday, Cheryl competed in the afternoon, we drove home returning to the yard at 9pm. Home by 10.30 to unpack one set of gear, pack the next, be in bed for midnight, then up again 5.45am to drive to the airport to catch an 8.15am flight to Perth (which I drove past on Sunday!), to teach 2 days, then back home at half past midnight.
Thursday, back into regular work. Phew!
Oh, and I haven’t mentioned that in the middle of all this, my laptop crashed irreparably 2 days before I was due to give an all day seminar to 50 dressage judges, requiring a PowerPoint presentation and DVD examples. This entailed a late night visit to Currys to buy a new laptop, and 2 days learning how to use the damned thing! My old laptop worked on Windows 7, the new one is Windows 10, so a whole new operating system!
Somehow I managed to pull off the seminar with only a few minor technical hitches, but now I am faced with bringing the new machine up to speed with everything I need, and in fact, remembering everything I had on the old one! My files are all backed up (thank God!), but I have lost ALL my stored emails and ALL my contacts.
It might be possible to recover them yet, but I’m waiting on a tech lady to help me.
Perhaps you can see why blogging has been a little low on my priority list recently? I have managed to do some plotting during the hours and hours of driving, and I’m itching to get back to writing, I just need to get my life a bit more back under control…