I’m so thrilled about my new friend Cookie. In an area where most families have been for generations, Cookie and I share shallow roots. My family is from Maryland and I live in Cumberland Creek, Va. Most people wouldn’t think there’s much difference in the areas—but there is. And Cookie gets that. I don’t really know where she’s from—she seems to have traveled to many places. But she doesn’t talk about her past much.
“I focus on the present and don’t dwell in the past or worry about the future,” she has said many times. And don’t you know this drives Beatrice bonkers. Well, in truth it drives many of the scrapbookers crazy. But I find it endearing. It’s an interesting way to live—probably healthier.
She teaches Yoga at Vera’s dance studio and we all take her Friday night classes. I’ve taken Yoga before, and like it, but I love her classes. She makes you feel so safe. I’m doing poses that I never imagined back when I tried it for the first time in Bethesda because I felt like it was okay to explore a bit.
I love Cookie—but she is so different that I worry about her. I worry that she will get sick of some of the close-minded folks around and want to leave. But so far, she seems a lot more tolerant of their shenanigans than I am. I also worry that she’s so gentle and different that she will somehow be hurt. Being so open and friendly, she’s been welcomed by many groups of people into Cumberland Creek, but mostly us scrapbookers. She comes to our Saturday night crops—usually with some good vegan food—and is learning to be quite the scrapper. Did I tell you she eats no animal products? Not even eggs!
Sometimes I look at her and wonder how long it will last. Will she stay with us? And no matter what the evidence is in front of me—as she appears fine and well-adjusted—I have to wonder why I can’t shake this feeling of impending doom. Maybe Mike is right. Maybe it’s just my overactive imagination. Do you ever have strange feelings like this?