You know that wonderful feeling you had when you were a child at Christmas time - that mix of anticipation and can't-wait-a-minute-longer excitement, when you had to wait for days and then got up really early Christmas morning and had to wait to open your presents? Well, that's how I am today. I spent some time this morning being sure that Pie's stall and small grass paddock were all set up - we'll introduce him to the other geldings as soon as he's a bit settled, perhaps as soon as this afternoon or tomorrow morning.
I also will be putting his bridle together - I have a lovely handmade caramel-colored headstall with split reins I bought in Colorado that I used to use on Maisie from time to time but haven't used in a while. I hung a 78" rain sheet that used to belong to Noble on his stall - maybe it'll even fit him! (I don't know if he's ever worn a sheet or blanket, so will test that out before flinging one up on him.) I've made calls to the dentist, farrier and chiropractor - with luck the dentist and farrier will come soon - I'll wait for a chiro visit until the dentist comes, although I'll have her pay a visit anyway if the dentist (I use Mike Fragale and he travels the whole country and is often booked months in advance) can't come right away. (Our chiro always prefers any necessary dental work to get done first as the alignment of the incisors, the jaw's lateral excursion and the resulting condition of the TMJs affect the rest of the horse profoundly.) Nothing left to do, so I went home to do some cooking (roasted onions, carrots, parsnips, and a set of rhubarb muffins).
I spoke briefly to the seller to let him know the trailer would be a few minutes late - I had managed to screw up the driving instructions a bit - the trailer was pulling up as I was talking to him. It was good to talk to him - I'm going to e-mail him pictures of Pie after he gets here - and I was glad to hear the trailer got there OK.
And now there is the waiting . . . which will seem endless! The earliest I figure Pie could arrive is about 4 p.m., although it's likely to be a bit later, so I'll be at the barn from before that time on, waiting . . . just like on Christmas morning!