Too. Hot.

Today was another 43°C degree day without air con. On days like this it's far too hot to stay in my own room (which faces the west and gets the brunt of the afternoon sun), and anyway, being on the computer isn't an option because it's like a heater. I spent most of the day watching TV in the living room with Rianna, and sweating. Dad came home in the early afternoon all grumpy from the heat and got even more intolerable without the air con. He yelled at me and Rianna for having our stuff in the living room, which he said was his space. Rianna argued back that the living room was for everyone. I mostly ignored him, as I tend to do when he's being ridiculous, but internally fumed at his utter failure in understanding what a family should be. But whatever.

Rianna goes back to school tomorrow, which means it'll just be me and the relatives in the house during the day.  I've discovered that my aunt is really talkative.  She keeps talking to me in Shanghainese, which can get awkward when I lose track of whatever she's talking about (or fail to pick up the track in the first place) and I end up nodding and smiling and making "uh huh" noises for the next ten minutes.  Such as today.  I /think/ we were talking about the air conditioner breaking, and she suddenly started talking about "dou su", which I heard as "red bean paste", but which was clearly a homophone, given the context.  I asked "What's dou su?", but it wasn't like she could explain in English, and she ended up talking about it for the next ten minutes, right through the Dementieva/Williams match point.

Fail.