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July 30, 2000 - Sunday
It's been a long time since I've spend any real time with Harry - what with working on the old house and everything this month - but today I was there most of the afternoon. Harry's mother hosted a baby shower for Harry's Aunt Jane, my sister, and, though Harry made the rounds amongst the gathered women, I watched him a good amount as well. Harry was a charmer for all the ladies, flashing his toothless smile and crawling like a baby, but one real highlight of the day was when him tested one of the shower gifts destined for his future cousin. His feet didn't quite reach the pedals, but he held on just fine when I got it rocking, and, of course, smiled to the cheers from the crowd. He's a ham.

After everyone left, I finally hooked up the stereo for the first time in the new house and put on a Frank Sinatra CD. Harry was sitting on the rug in the middle of the living room when the music started and was clearly grabbed by intrigue when the music started. He looked around trying to decipher the noise, in a confused yet delighted way. During those few moments of mild bewilderment, he looked at me, seemingly associating me with where the music usually comes from. - That may not really be why he looked at me but it makes me very happy to think so and I'm going with it. - I realized that with the exception of our weekend at the cabin, I haven't played guitar for Harry in more than a month. With the stereo pieces apart from the move for the same time, Harry's not heard much music lately. We will have to change that.

The great thing is that Harry liked it again right away. He smiled and laughed and when the three of us danced he smiled and laughed some more. It finally started to feel like home in our new house.


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