My daughter moved in with my mother when she was sixteen to diffuse a tense mother-adolescent daughter situation and so she could go to a better high school only a few doors down from my mom’s. Now she lives with her father in Virginia where she is succeeding better than I did at her age, with a straighter head on her shoulders.
Today everyone is gone, so I sat down and did things that I like to do alone such as bang out something on the piano which was free and unfortunately out of tune. How can we hope to fix such a thing up nowadays? Tight. Tight, tight, tight.
This is today, here. I have Phantom Thread on in the bedroom as I put away clothes. Such a remarkable film.