The last time I was on an airplane was for our exciting trip home from Dubai through Ethiopia in March 2020, right in the early days of the pandemic when no one knew if the US borders would close, if all planes would be grounded....if we'd be stuck in Dubai or Addis Ababa. Never in my adult life have I gone this long without flying somewhere.
Now I have four pandemic flights under my belt with 4 more scheduled in the next few months. Wearing a mask for so many hours is not my idea of a good time but I am happy to do it in order to travel again.
My first trip was to Portland (only about an hour flight plus time in the airport so probably 4 masked hours) so that I could help our friend Martha after bunion surgery. I arrived on Monday with surgery scheduled for Tuesday morning. Just as Martha had finished giving me all the instructions I would need take care of her and of her house, the phone rang. It was the hospital reporting that for the 1st time in 20 years the doctor had to cancel and reschedule her surgery. And it was scheduled for the day AFTER I had to leave. Luckily she had another friend coming to take over when I left, so she was still going to be well taken care of. Change of plans no more surgery or care giving, now it was just a girls' week party and it was great!
I caught up with my walking buddies. Oh how I miss them! It seems that we never run out of things to say!
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