“It’s just that simple, S-I-M-P-L-E Simple as can be It’s just that simple, S-I-M-P-L-E Simple as can be Ain’t no need to complicate it, we both know that’s overrated We’ve been there, it’s safe to say it ain’t our style We’re just simple like a six string The way this world was meant to be Like laughin’ love, make a lot out of a little It’s just that simple, S-I-M-P-L-E” – Mark L Holman, Michael Wilson Hardy, Tyler Reed Hubbard

Decisions, decisions, decisions…

I never made any decisions. We needed a new fence – Duane built it, we needed a new roof – I provided popsicles while Duane reroofed the house, a new couch, new kitchen table, new motorhome – Duane picked them out. I didn’t decide anything. I would come home from a week of work and my bathroom would be remodeled or the kitchen would be remodeled. I didn’t have to think about anything. 

It’s kinda sad but really kinda nice. I didn’t have a lot of choice in the way we lived or what we had, but in all honesty I didn’t really care. We had nice things and were really happy.

Once he got sick a lot of decisions fell on me. Major decisions, life and death decisions. I had all my decision making ability sucked out of me in those few years. 

Well now I have decisions to make again. I usually call my dad (he and Duane are both super, super handy and have the same eye for what looks good and what will look janky). So for example when I needed something to store the station wagon and Mastercraft under I went back and forth between a garage and a carport. I sat at the “store” and seriously called my dad no less then 5 times … “What color should the outside be?”, “What color should the trim be?” “How many walls?” … He was answering the phone and I was just saying “Me Again, I have another question”.  HAHAHA 

Well I am getting a job, a real job, and I have two dogs that cannot be trusted to be free range in the house … what was I to do? My parents are not available to come over to help OR make the decision for me. (Before we go any further YES I am an adult and I am totally capable, or should be, of making these decisions by myself, but I don’t. I second guess everything, because Duane was literally an expert on everything, and so is my dad so why would I make a decision?) I was trying to Message my dad (he’s out of the country and ask him questions about a fence vs a dog run … wood or chain link? … black or silver? … include the shed or not? … get a garage? … maybe a fence and a dog door? … maybe just leave them inside in their crates? cameras? maybe just trust them? NO!!!!!

Well I dug deep and made a decision. HAHAHAHA I emptied my “yard equipment” shed, filled it with dog beds and blankets and hired someone to build me a 10 x 20 foot dog run attached to it. It looks pretty good. I haven’t tested how they like being in it yet. But so far they really like peeing on the outside. 

Hopefully between that space and the amazing dog sitter I found, to let them out, Buddy and Lucy will be happy. 

Decision making is hard. My mind can easily decide what meds you need, what dose you need, what to do if you’re choking, not breathing or overdosing. What alternative treatment may work for you, what sauna, oil or constipation remedy may help, but ask me to decide between a fence and a dog run  – give me a week! I’m working on it. I have a flowered comforter, some amazing antique pieces and a pink polka dotted boat.  So yes, I can make decisions. But I am still in the process of second guessing all of the household, daily happening decisions.  

– xoxo Victoria

P.S. My sister told me the other day that she feel like she’s in the “Three’s Company” tv show when she comes over … I said, “Perfect – That’s the look I’m going for”!

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