Jerry’s childhood home sold yesterday, after a long and frustrating selling process. Jerry posted about it on his site this morning.

When Jerry and I were early married, we went over there one time and I remember he stood in the backyard — in the southwest corner under the trees — and got all misty-eyed. That’s where Sheila and Tippy are buried, the beloved family dogs.

I hadn’t thought of that as the process to sell the house had been going on.

… How many pets are buried in my parents’ back yard? There’s Fidget, the legendary black cat that will always be my Dad’s favorite — and fodder for campfire stories for the rest of time… Viki, our first Sheltie, who had violent epileptic seizures until we finally relieved her of them. Caruso, the singing cat, who was attacked in our front yard while we were on vacation. Midnight and Twinkie, my guinea pigs. Countless hamsters belonging to my brothers (including Jiffy, who apparently lived for 4 years or something ridiculous). Turbo, a gray tabby who I picked out when I was almost 15, who lived until I was 30. And Charlie, the legendary Sheltie I trained when I was in high school, who died of kidney failure when I was pregnant with Helen.

Jerry has said before that outliving our pets is the price we pay for the joy that they bring to our lives.

One day, I’ll be in my parents’ back yard, walking the south edge of it, getting wistful. I hadn’t considered before the memories tied to the outside of the house.


Alice woke up at 5:08. Crying. Jerry suggested just letting her cry, but Helen’s a somewhat light sleeper. I didn’t want to risk waking HER up, too. So I plodded downstairs and held Alice for a little while covered in a blanket. I thought maybe she was cold, because her room does get a bit chilly with the door closed.

That wasn’t the problem. So I felt around in her mouth — she still only has two teeth, so we’re due for a new batch. She would NOT let me touch her upper gums. I put numbing medicine on her gums and put her back in her crib.

And then I abandoned her to her screaming and went back upstairs. And you know what? Jerry was right. She went back to sleep. And Helen didn’t wake up.

They both woke up around 7.

My mom called my cell phone at 6:25, ready to walk with me and Alice if we were up. I would have enjoyed that, but I was really enjoying sleeping. I’d go walking now, except that the ultra-cheapo double stroller (Evenflo piece of crap) I have is broken, and so I can’t go with both kids (unless I shoehorn them into the same seat… Hmmm… There’s an idea). The parts we need to fix the stroller have been backordered for over a month, and customer service won’t answer my emails. I’m not impressed.

Probably time to get a new stroller. Since I’m made of money and all.