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Rob's Diary Entries Diary Navigation: Choose A Diary Entry -------------------- Latest Entry: 11/15/00 -------------------- 11/7/00 11/1/00 10/25/00 10/10/00 10/4/00 9/25/00 9/19/00 9/13/00 9/6/00 8/29/00 8/23/00 8/16/00 8/8/00 8/7/00 8/1/00 7/26/00 7/19/00 7/12/00 7/5/00 6/26/00 6/15/00 6/8/00 5/25/00 5/22/00 -------------------- Rob's Introduction

November 7, 2000

It will quickly become apparent that I have nothing very important to say today.

Yesterday when I got back from running errands, the garage door repairman was here working. Why we needed a garage door repairman is a long and not terribly interesting story, but the fact remains that he was here for a considerable amount of time.

During that time, he needed to use the bathroom, and we let him. The doors are thin in this house, and anyone in the living room can hear what goes on in the bathroom unless you turn on the vent fan. I neglected to mention this to our friend the repairman, so we could hear what he was doing. And just in case we weren't clear, Rowan gave us a running commentary:

"Pee in a potty."

"Yes, Rowan."

"E pee in a potty."

"Yes, Rowan."

"Bow is nodse."

"Yes, Rowan."

"Bow is nodse." She thought I couldn't understand what she was saying, so it was louder this time.

"Yes, Rowan."

"Pee in potty. Bow is nodse!" At this point the repairman went back to the garage.

"Yes, Rowan, he peed in the potty and blew his nose, but it's not polite to listen to what people are doing in the bathroom. And we definitely don't talk about it when they can hear us." Like she cared.

Verbal exchanges with Rowan are commonplace now. She tells us what she wants at least as often as she merely whines, and she can pick up a new word the first time she hears it. She eats her meals at the child-size table and chair we bought for her birthday, and has completely forsaken her high chair. What can I say, she knocks me out.

One of our favorite games has always been wrestling on Mama and Papa's bed. As Rowan has grown more coordinated, the games have become more sophisticated. Her latest favorite is to have me support her body with the soles of my feet and hold her hands in mine. Then I extend my legs until she is "flying" above me. She kicks her legs up so high that she usually tumbles head first into my arms. Then she is up and shouting "gin, gin (again.)" There really is no better way than that to end a day.

Tomorrow I leave for Chicago, where I will attend the last two rehearsals of the Billy Goat Experiment's new production and then attend opening night. Why the trip? Because I wrote the play.

Forgive me for bragging, but it's the first time I've ever had a full production of something I wrote, and I'm very excited about it. So, here's the shameless self-promotion: If you live in the Chicago area, come see "The Dogs"at the Billy Goat Experiment Theatre's Broadway Armory space. We open at 8 p.m. Friday, Nov. 10, and run Fridays and Saturdays for the next four weeks. The Broadway Armory is at the corner of Broadway and Thorndale in Chicago's Edgewater Neighborhood. Call (773) 506 - 9920 for reservations and information.

Seriously, in addition to getting a peek into my twisted mind, you'll get to see one of Chicago's most original fringe theatrical companies in action.

Rob