CAMP OUT IN FEB FOR HOCKEY TIX FOR MY LIL
It’s official: I’m going to go to the New Year’s Eve mixer on Wednesday night and then go to the AstroTurf and camp out for hockey tickets to the Harvard game. It’s THE game. THE rivalry. I have to get a ticket for myself and for my little. It’s going to happen. IT IS! I won’t freeze. I’ll leave her a ticket on her desk on the last day of big/little week, and then after big/little reveal, we’ll have a lineage dinner and then we’ll go to the game and throw Swedish fish on the ice (not real fish because animals are not meant to eat, wear, or use for entertainment #peta ) and it will be a splendid time. IT WILL HAPPEN!
I’m pretty much used to the Ithaca weather by now, and I’d definitely say that everyone’s complaints about the bitter cold are pretty redundant by now, but I’d just like to add one little thing. It is so cold out that the only partially exposed part of my body - my face - is having a hard time functioning. My facial muscles are tight and harder to move, and my skin refuses to remain on my face, no matter how many times I moisturize per day (which has been 2-3 times per day lately). When the temperature is -24 degrees with windchill (or anywhere between 5 and -15 without windchill), I wonder whether humans are truly suited to live in such an environment. The Native Americans, First Peoples, and others did it, yet we still struggle even with all of our latest technology, heating systems, and fancy winter gear. Holocaust survivors in Poland and elsewhere in freezing Eastern Europe did it as well, all while being malnourished, overworked, psychologically abused, and bald. Stay tuned for my journal entries about my experiences in Poland, and stay warm my friends ❤️