Sean and I are back at our favourite log cabin in Jasper for a month. It’s wonderful to be here, sitting by the fire, looking at the mountains, getting caught up on coursework and reading. (To be honest, I should qualify that by saying at this moment it’s great, but at other moments I get incredibly jealous of Sean skiing and am much more of a negative Nancy. We blame the mood swings on pregnancy but I think taking a season off while looking at the mountain would testing for anyone).
Jasper is a town of beautiful people. Last night I had the pleasure of getting to know Glenda, a 77-year resident of Jasper who was born on the prairies not too far from where I come from. She told me how she and some other ladies started fundraising for a seniors centre over 12 years ago and that it all started with a cookie walk. Pregnant and naturally sugar-addicted I was intrigued. It turns out that Jasperites donate their baked goods, and on one day in December the seniors’ center sells the cookies back to the community, in any combination buyers desire. It was just my luck that today was that special day.
My interest in cookies at this time is purely gluttonous… I know that whatever I would like to tell myself being pregnant, cookies really are not a nutritional necessity. In fact, just this morning I was sitting on the couch, talking to Sean about maternity pants (as you do). For some weird reason that is totally incongruent with looking good or with the practicalities of wearing long underwear in cold weather, maternity fashion leans towards tight pants. “Jeggings” and tight-ankle pants are the go. It should be obvious to all that this is a bad idea… As I said this morning, it makes me feel like a saran-wrapped cow. Sean, ever sensitive, consoled me by saying “No babe, your legs are just a bit more ‘drumsticky’ than they were before”… and to make sure I knew this was a compliment he followed it up closely with “that’s the bit everyone asks for when eating chicken.” Perfect.
Despite saran-wrapped-cow-drumstick-legs, I made my way to the Jasper Cookie Walk today. It was a competitive field, with a line up of easily 40 people between me and the cookie table. Several distractions lured me away – a 50/50 draw, the silent auction – but I regained focus in time to make it to the front of the line and walk out with 2 dozen cookies (most of which will be taken begrudgingly to another event this evening to limit my exposure and potential for gluttony).
It’s quite humbling how life works out. Only a few months ago I was saying I missed distance running and hiking and should get back into it. I never thought the Jasper Cookie Walk would be my first foray back into the field.