It's hot, it's stuffy, and it smells weird

Beth's piano recital for her students was this afternoon at a local assisted living facility. This is the second or third year she has used this location, and it's a very good thing to do.

I don't really think her students care that much about where it is. On the other hand, the residents get a great deal of enjoyment from simply being around children.

Some of the kids (and their families) have probably never been to a nursing home/assisted living facility, and this is a way for them to be introduced to it and associate some different memories with it other than "it's hot, stuffy, and smells weird" (those were my memories -- as well as being frightened when I was 9 of hugging an ancient relative with dried mashed potatoes on her face).

Anyway, it (the recital) was a good thing.