July 21, 2000 - Friday
Since our old apartment will remain vacant until August 1, we've kept our computer there and connected to the internet via cable modem. One of the shortcomings of our new house is that high-speed internet access is, thus far, nonexistent. So, while there's not much else at the old house - we've been eating lunch on the kitchen floor - other than the computer and a couple of unrolled sleeping bags for Harry to lie on, Harry's mother and I have gone there during workdays in order to work from home.

Of course, Harry does not just lie anymore. He is mobile. He's not very fast yet, though his progress in just a week is noteworthy, making the sleeping bags no longer the limits of his world. We clearly moved out of the old lead-paint filled house just in time, because Harry is seeing more around him and going after it. Thus, much of my time "working from home" now is keeping Harry from getting into the periphery of the room that used to be out of reach. Mostly I lie on the sleeping bags with him and continually pointing him in a new direction, though sometimes I can sneak a peek at email or the web.

There is one scene from this morning that I'd like to remember: that of Harry and me, both lying on our backs with our heads touching. Harry was taking a break from the work of moving around and, to distract him, I read him a story. It seems to work so I read another, but two books were all we had left at the old house. So, I read him the first one, "The Very Hungry Caterpillar," again backwards ("hungry still was he but"). I don't think Harry knew, since I just read each individual page backwards and still turned the pages in the right direction. Harry often plays with books on his own and usually turns the pages the right way.


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