I'm  not sure how Bella Point defines itself, but it is no longer a nursing home as it once was when it was named Fryeburg Health Care.  Now the clientelle is often younger, ambulatory, and lucid.  Perhaps a rehabilitation institute is the best definition.  Regardless, I had one of my most memorable shows of this summer there recently.  It was memorable because I met a young man who was a patient there who had previously been an activity director at a different but similar facility in New Hampshire, where I have performed several times in the past.  It's memorable because I juggled very very well.  But mostly it's memorable becasue it was so hot.  

You see, Maine tends not to get all that hot, even in the summer; at least not compared to other places I've performed in the summer: South Carolina, Virginia, Africa, Mexico, the Dominican Republic.  But occaisionally it does crack 90 degrees, and it is often very humid since we are a coastal state, and such was the case this particular day.  Also, although I don't like to admit it I'm getting less young every summer (Okay, I'll use the O word: I'm getting older.)  I just don't have the tolerence for heat like I used to.  But as I mentioned, I juggled very well, even if I was soaked in sweat before my first routine ended.

Furthermore, to protect from covid-19, the show was outdoors, and set up in their parking lot.  In ther defense, it was set up where the shade was when I arrived, just not where it was when the show began.  I do need to point out that the residents were all seated under tents, providing them shade.  

As the show progressed, I got a bit light headed, and I actually cut my final routine (which would have included fire juggling.  Sorry it was hot enough already.) In truth, I was feeling very weak and light headed as I picked up my props.  But I opened all four windows of my little VW Jetta, and was feeling a lot better when I got home.  After a nap, I was back to normal, and I hope the folks there were blessed in spite of it all.