Yesterday ends up today

I had to get dressed to answer the door. It was just the neighbour kid ringing doorbells as her mother led her down the hall. A day so ordinary, full of this and that, ends up taking up a good half page of someone's notebook, usually my own. Bought a thera-band, tied my left leg to a table and pulled toward the wall. Went to see my daughter's play and found myself in the spotlight next to her during one of her entries when she, playing Alice, chats with an audience member. ("I'll remember that for a long time," she told me later. I said I would too.) Watched the beginning of the one film Charles Laughton directed, which begins with pastoral New England autumn images (in black and white) zooming slowly to a dead body found inside a shed. Found a stump in the easement behind Monroe. That's where to find things, I guess: behind, inside, at the edge of, pulling someone's leg (usually my own).