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I’m melting
August 2, 2006
It’s going to top out at about 116 degrees (47 degrees celsius) today, with no hope of rain or air conditioning. It’s so hot, that they cancelled “lacrosse” and “soccer” and instead are having “pool” and “sprinkler.”
Because of the extreme heat, everything has become so au natural that I feel as if we’re living outside, in tents, without electricity or ice. There is no doing of the hair or makeup. Everyone is soaked in sweat at all times. People have become tired of changing their clothes more than once a day because chances are, if you’re able to peal the dripping shirt from the dirty body, you’re going to have a hell of a time trying to get anything back on. Basically, everyone’s standards of eachother are lowered. Extremely. Grossness is so in.
On a side note, I called my mother for the first time in a while yesterday, and she told me to stop speaking with a weird accent. When I assured her I wasn’t, and we restarted our conversation, she stopped and questioned my pronunciation so often that we really weren’t able to communicate anything. The fact that the majority of people around me speak imperfect English, and I’m constantly talking with them, has somewhat sent my speech ability backwards about fifteen years.
Sentences have been shortened to words, and rather than saying, “Oh my God, it’s so freakin’ hot right now I can’t even breathe. What is it? Like 4,635 degrees? I’m not going to run the kids today. It’s too humid,” I’m fanning myself with my hand, rolling my eyes, and saying, “God, hot.” Football is soccer, and the word “soccer” isn’t used. I’m also substituting many new foreign words in my vocabulary.
Spanglish is nothing anymore. I speak Spanturkdutfrenish. All in a thick British accent.
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