In closing, I would like to discuss a very important controversy in my life right now, one that has caused me many sleepless nights and anxiety ridden days (OK, not really, but I am trying to make a point here). In fact, this is probably the most important piece of this blog, the part about the red hat. I am not talking about any old red hat of course, but a very specific one that happens to belong to my father. This red hat is probably the warmest hat that exists on the face of the earth, no exaggeration, and (without beating around the bush) I WANT IT. During several of our Girl Scout ‘Snowflake’ experiences over the years, I have had the good fortune to be allowed to wear this hat, and every time it has played an integral role in keeping me both warm and unfrostbitten. Now, I am about to experience a very, very cold winter here in Armenia (everyone is saying it’s going to be a cold one) and as a matter of warmth, I will even go so far as to say survival, I have requested (on several occasions) that the red hat in question be included in my shipment of winter clothes and assorted gear. At this point you are probably thinking, ok, what is the problem? Well, the problem is my usually loving fathers’ reluctance to give up the above mentioned hat to his poor, lonely daughter who is halfway across the world. One would think that it would be a very small sacrifice on his part, considering his FAVORITE daughter is far, far away from everyone she knows and loves, giving up 2 years of her life to help people and save the very environment that he himself taught her to love. Who knows, maybe without his encouragement to go backpacking, hiking, and camping during my formative years, I would not even be here, buckling down and getting ready for a very long and very freezing winter. What can you do? I am sure you are wondering. I have tried rational discussion with him and even the irrational reasoning that usually works so well in our family. I am pretty sure I even tried to use his favorite phrase (I have spoken and the conversation has ended) on him to no avail. All I can ask is that if you are fellow winter campers, namely Mr. and Mrs. G, Paula, Sarah, and the remainder of my fellow GS, please implore my amazing father and help him to see how by loaning (see loaning, I will be bringing it back) me the red hat, he is in fact doing his part to, as they say in Armenia, Save the Nature and more importantly, ensure his eldest daughter’s safety and wellbeing in the brutal winter to come. Thank-you.
Ok, I know that last part was bit dramatic, but I really, really want the red hat! I understand that it is from Alaska Dad, but when I give it back (which I will), just imagine being able to say: ‘This is the hat I bought in Alaska, it is great. My daughter even used it for 2 years in Armenia while she was in the Peace Corps. You really can’t find better.’ It will be great bragging rights!
**NOTE: Since writing this blog, I believe my father and I have come to some type of agreement about the red hat. He has proposed that he will find and send me another hat equal or better to the red one. I suppose that will do.
Well, I miss you and love you all tons and tons! I cannot wait to see everyone at Christmas and thank you for all the birthday wishes!
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