So isolated, bored, and lonely that I've joined a Florida (ugh!) writers' association. The groups, one of them very local, caught my eye when I saw a post about a local short story competition. The cult of nicey-nice rules their online presence, and erotica is strictly taboo, but it's better than nothing.

Off to walk a few miles to the bank and then maybe, maybe a few miles more to the closest market, next to which I might get a haircut. Uber has raised its rates a couple of dollars, but just enough to make me think three times before calling them now. Last week Betty gave us a ride home from a visit to the optometrist, and while at the Mall I saw a storefront space with resources for seniors and caregivers. They have movie afternoons, and if they show one Mom can tolerate, we might make a day of it via bus. It's very hard to find new movies the Mom will tolerate. We saw Paddington 2 together and she enjoyed it immensely, so I live in hope--Peter Rabbit, maybe? She doesn't like animation. It's unfortunate because those are almost the only movies that fit most of her restrictions. She does love slapstick, and sexism doesn't bother her in the least. I have to keep poking myself to look for entertainment that's outside of my comfort zone that might appeal to her. Dogs, flowers, butterflies, and penguins are good. Sea life, bad. Will not forget her "Enough of the damned fish!" during Finding Dory.

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