Remember last week when I eagerly (naively) made that super optimistic (stupid) post about my horse show plans for the fall? The first one is supposed to be this weekend. Remember that last line “Of course now that I’ve put it in writing I’ve probably cursed myself for sure.”? It’s cute when I have hopes and dreams and plans. You know that giant cold front that’s making it’s way south across the country, bringing rain and storms along with it? Guess when it’s supposed to get here?
On Monday I wasn’t that worried. They had a 20% chance of rain for Thursday, 40% Friday, 30% Saturday. Then yesterday shit got real and all the sudden they’re saying (depending on your source) 40-60% Thursday night and 60-80% Friday night into Saturday, with anywhere from 1/4″ (we can probably live with that) to over 1″ (WE CANNOT LIVE WITH THAT).
Here’s the real problem: the rain date for this show is next Saturday, the 20th. I already had another show planned for that day, the TB benefit show, plus an XC school the day after. Not to mention that I’ll be out of town next Monday through Thursday. Not ideal times a million. Why you gotta do me like this, weather???
So now I’ve become super obsessed with checking the forecast, hoping it might somehow magically change in the next day or two. I’m checking 4 different websites at a total stalker type frequency (FYI they don’t update it every 5 minutes, what’s up with that?). I like to send emails and facebook messages to friends when a percentage goes up or down. Sorry, friends. And what happens if I’m not near a computer? Never fear, I have THREE different weather apps on my phone! Someone will tell me what I want to hear eventually, right? I see you, cold front. I SEE YOU!
Anti-rain dances, everyone! Like you mean it!