I was supposed to fly into Minneapolis on Monday, July 18, spend the night with my friend, Mary (on Lake Pulaski), and then head to our annual quilt retreat on Wednesday, the 20th. But sadly on Sunday, the day before I was supposed to head out, I was still testing positive. I've been told by several physicians that you can actually test positive for a long time, but you no longer shed the virus by Day 10. Sunday was Day 12. What? Because my brother-in-law, Leon, always drives me to my friend's house on Tuesday, and because his wife has been battling leukemia for 23 years, there was no way I could risk going with a positive COVID test, even if I was not contagious. So I canceled my flight, the shuttle to my hotel room, and the hotel room itself for Monday night. And then I proceeded to be very sad...I have not missed a retreat since the first year I attended back in 2010.
Rene' and Caroline also canceled as well, which made me feel slightly better as I wouldn't be the only one missing, but still...so disappointed.
On Tuesday night, my test was negative. On Wednesday morning, I drove Aaron to work and he encouraged me to go. Mark encouraged me to see if tickets were still available for Thursday (which all hinged on whether Alaska Air had already returned our air miles so I could turn around the use them again), Christa said "GO!" and Levi said "Grandma, be adventurous! Go on your trip!"
My air miles had indeed been reinstated and the same flight as the original had seats available. The next hurdle remained getting to the retreat and then back to the airport on Sunday. Stephanie and Pam both said they were willing to leave the retreat to pick me up from the airport (a trip of about 1 hour and 40 minutes each way) and Amanda Jean said the airport was not out of her way on Sunday morning.
I booked the flight for Thursday, packed one project and hardly any clothes (ha!) so I could get everything in a carryon bag (something I've never done before).
I always love flying into Minneapolis/St. Paul, so pretty and green.
Stephanie and Pam were there nearly as soon as I arrived. We stopped for dinner on the way, a place Pam chose based on the name because it made her laugh. The weather was absolutely lovely and we ate outside.
Pam made cobbler (which I may have eaten for breakfast the next morning as well).