Roasting Like a Peanut

It's almost 11PM here in the NY metro area, and it's 91 degrees Fahrenheit (33 Celsius). This afternoon, the temperature peaked at about 103 (39) degrees. Around the five o'clock hour, I got a laugh out of one of our visitors. This particular visitor, a girl of about twelve years of age, was in our visitors' center with an older youth (probably her brother) and an elderly couple (probably her grandparents). Her companions were taking their time, shopping for souvenirs, when she decided to step outside. She lasted about two seconds, then turned right back around, fanning herself with a brochure. Yeah, I know how you feel, young lady, I was feeling all sorts of melty when I got to work.

The real problem is the heat retention- the pavement just exudes heat even though the baleful sun set around 8PM. The central air conditioning in the building turned off right before sunset, though the interior is still somewhat cool. If I felt overheated, I'd just ensconce myself in the basement men's room, where the tile floor is bound to be cool. It hasn't come to that yet, and I get out of here in an hour.

If there's any consolation, it's the fact that the wild raspberries have finally ripened. One of my wonderful co-workers told me she got enough to bake a raspberry tart for a family get-together. She had hoped to have a slice remaining after the party, but the tart turned out so well that it didn't survive the night. That bodes well for the coming week's foraging. I also heard a couple of teenagers in the local coffee shop talk about picking raspberries, and I was happy to hear that the youth is hip to the whole foraging thing. I wonder how the kids would feel about stinging nettles...

Anyway, things could have been worse, it could have been exactly 92 degrees, a temperature at which people get irritable.

EDIT: Found a better version of the clip...