When it’s approaching three digits on the outside, you’ll find me inside snuggled beside the air conditioner, with a tall glass of iced tea and a good movie. My newest “old favorite” is a Paul Rudd film titled “Fundamentals of Care.” Since I now come under the heading of a one-assist care needing person, I thought it might be an entertaining afternoon — and was it ever!

It’s an inspiring unlikely-buddy comedy, Ben has, after a personal tragedy, succumbed to self-pity. He agrees to take care of a teenager who has muscular dystrophy.

Ben has never been a caregiver before, and Treavor is going to test him every step of the way. A road trip and a cute hitchhiker show them how much they need each other, and a shut-in boy learns how to shine. The movie also stars Craig Roberts and Selena Gomez. Profanity alert: There are some gratuitous mild expletives, but none that I couldn’t bear.

Guess who my favorite film star is? Darrell Farmer! He has been going to auditions; he is getting parts. The latest time to see him is randomly in a John Croyle commercial for the Boys Ranch. Look for him.

My young physical therapist, Alex Alford, left Kindred at Home — and consequently, me — after Labor Day. He is going to seek his fortune in Ozark, taking his family — wife, Haley, and beautiful daughter, Ruthie — with him. I wish that things could always be the same — that young folks would stay near, that no one would ever go away, that beloved animals would never die. Over my rainbow, all the unhappy clouds would have a silver lining. But that would be selfish. I might be happy, but someone in my spectrum would be miserable.

I taught Alex’s mother, Cynthia, once upon a time at Gadsden High, but that doesn’t mean anything. Maybe it shows how the circle of life always reaches and overlaps. Maybe, just maybe, over that same rainbow, a little curly-haired girl will catch the heart of a boy. He’ll show her how to fish, he’ll take her hand and they will walk home together. Like Alex said, “One day, you’ll be walking down the streets of Heaven, without your walker or anything. And I’ll see you and walk up beside you, and we’ll walk together for the first time.” With a promise like that, you just can’t be sad.

Playwright Neil Simon died last week. He was touted for his humorous plays, but worked behind the scenes all his adult life. I particularly loved the two plays that I was in, as the mother in “Barefoot in the Park” and the ditzy blond, Peggy, long ago in “Come Blow Your Horn”

The world will miss his plays, and one old lady will miss him because it gave her a start in community theater. Thanks, dear friend, even though I never met you.

I can’t imagine what life would be without my vicarious friends, but I certainly could never could do without my friends, ‘round town!

Glenda Byars is a correspondent for The Gadsden Times. Send submissions to glendabyars@comcast.net.