Question of the week: Dealing with the heat

It was really hot in LA last weekend. The mercury reached triple digits and was the cause of way too many deaths and blackouts. In my west LA apartment, I closed all the blinds and tried to keep it as dark and cool as possible. I’ve lived in the same place for 7 years and have never needed a fan. I dressed in light clothes and drank lots of cool water. And when I couldn’t handle it anymore, I went and watched a movie.

Back in Hacienda Heights, it was much worse. My grandparents were the main beneficiaries of the new portable air conditioner which only cools up one room of the house. The rest of the house — which gets a lot of sunlight — was as hot inside as it was outside. Lori and I washed my car and tried to cool down with water from the water hose, it helped like it did when we were kids. A cool shower didn’t help much, according to Robbie, a family friend. Robbie said the cold water ran hot for at least ten minutes.

Further east in Ontario, my cousin Valerie asked tío Pancho if she could turn on the central air conditioning. They never turn on the a/c, even though it gets pretty hot out in the Inland Empire. Valerie didn’t want a/c so she and her sister could cool down. Nope, the a/c was for the crying puppies. As soon as the house cooled down, the puppies quieted down, snuggled together and fell asleep.

La pregunta: How do you deal with the sweltering heat (and humidity, if that affects your part of the country)?

Colorful thoughts

One of my closest friends recently left town for graduate school in Seattle*. At the going away dinner, I noticed that he looked a little different.

“Hey, E, you look darker than usual.”

“Yeah,” he replied, “I’m trying to get as much sun as I can get because when I come back from Seattle I’m going to look like you.”

Ouch. Come on. I’m not that pale.

I was going to end this post with that line up above, but I changed my mind. E’s comment was a joke. It made me laugh, it made other people laugh and I wasn’t offended. Well, maybe a little. I’ve heard comments like this before. Way back when I was in college, my aunt asked me, “¿porqué estás tan blanca? estás enferma?” I wasn’t sick. It was just my color, oh and it was winter and I didn’t get much sun as a full time student.

A bit later, at Adrian’s birthday party late in the summer one of my sister’s friends asked, “what happened to Cindy? Why is she much lighter than the rest of you?”

Well, because we come in all colors. I like to joke that I have the potential to be much more prieta, to have skin like my brothers or to just be a little more morenita like my sister. But I came out pale, and I’ve gotten lighter and lighter as I get older and spend less time out in the sun and more time in front of a computer or book.

Whereas there are many Mexican women (and other women of color) who would love to have lighter skin, I’m not one of them. I’m color struck in the much less common direction. I’d love to be darker, I don’t want to be called white. And even though I do want more color, I’m not about to lay out in the sun or lie in a tanning bed. I gotta keep away the wrinkles (and worse! skin cancer), or else how will I make sure people keep under-guessing my age?

*Hmm. Maybe he’ll run into Daily Texican and convince him to begin blogging again. That’d be cool.

Birthday notes

Reasons why my 27th birthday was so enjoyable:

  • See above. Rio surprised me with a birthday activity sheet. I printed it out and shared it with family at a small family BBQ on Friday night. They got a kick out of the trivia corner, but were a little lost when I mentioned the ghost of Corky Gonzales.
  • Oso had his own little birthday greeting, with a photo of me doing a cara de fuchi.
  • My sister, Lori, and her boyfriend gave me the coolest shades ever. There will be more goofy photos of me in sunglasses.
  • Lori and I tried to beat the heat (triple digits!) by washing my car. Never underestimate the power of playing with the water hose on a hot summer day.
  • Despite the heat, the family BBQ and night out at the Little Temple was a lot of fun. Thanks to DJ Anthony Valadez for spinning some excellent music and putting my family and friends on the guest list. There were several times when I wanted to sit down and take a break from dancing, but then was compelled to keep going because the music was that good.
  • Partying with new friends and old friends alike. Lots of smiles.
  • I got to see (well, more like hear since I couldn’t see the stage) Los Lobos on Thursday evening. I kicked myself when I saw them doing a post-concert signing and realized I didn’t bring a single CD. Damn.
  • I got messages of folks singing/texting Las Mañanitas. Too bad I insisted on sleeping in.

Now… if only it would cool off a little.