Mom cuts her nose off to spite her face. Where she is now (like the last one) has activities which she piously and haughtily refuses to participate in. They offer to take her outside on nice days, out for a BBQ (which I reacquainted myself does not always mean spare ribs, pulled pork, etc.). The only one whose fun is being ruined is herself. Just sit in your room, contemplate your navel and your tv. No skin off my teeth. At least I'm on notice if she complains about 'nothing to do.'