This is an Eastern Iowan Cornfield on the way back to Cedar Rapids, Iowa early yesterday morning.
Hello 6:30am, let’s get this day going!
My friend Irene was packed up – loaded to the gills and ready to roll when she picked me up bright and early.
It was a 2 hour drive to the airport in Cedar Rapids from West Union, but what a beautiful morning for a drive!
Let’s just say that there is not much rush hour in these parts, and we got a lovely remembrance of driving past farms and fields with tall corn and abundant with beans.
Chatting all the way, we made it to drop me off at the airport by 8:30 am.
My flight didn’t board until 11:50 –but Irene was driving ALL THE WAY BACK to Texas, and I didn’t want to hold up her long trip, so I waved her on as she headed back out on the road and I wheeled my luggage into the airport to get it all checked in.
And then what?
Pay Attention to the Signs!
It was much nicer OUTSIDE of the airport than inside. Small airports don’t offer a lot of amenities and once you get through the security in Cedar Rapids, you are jut sitting –all of 6 gates. So outside I went, the plan was to walk up and down the aisles of the parking lot, getting some steps in on my fit bit.
But that sun? It got mighty hot, mighty quick!
This sign says STOP! REST! I’ve got a shady spot just for you.
And I obeyed!
Finishing that table runner binding.
I’ve heard from folks that say that there is never a shady grassy spot where they park. But seriously, LOOK for them or you just might miss them.
This little oasis was just along one strip between the two lots.
More lot behind me.
This was barely a margin of green – but it was perfect for my needs and I spent a couple of hours stitching away.
This was my morning bliss!
Yes, my shoes were off and I was barefoot on the cool grass!
Iowa Queen Ann’s Lace within my view.
I made it through security with 20 minutes to spare, loaded onto that plane and stitched my way to Minneapolis, about a 40 minute flight.
Now something funny –You know my Minnesota connections. I was born in Minneapolis. I still have aunts, uncles and cousins in the area. And it always feels weird to land in Minneapolis for just a layover and not be able to leave the airport due to time constraints.
Yesterday beats them ALL.
My flight boarded for Denver about 20 minutes before my mom’s flight arrived in Minneapolis from Boise. How is that for a close call??
And I facebook must have known it, because it threw this blast from the past from 4 years ago into my news feed:
Mom and I in Minnesota – I had just returned from a run.
To have this photo in my news feed after I had looked up mom’s flight on the arrivals board and calculated that I was just BARELY missing her –priceless!
I’ll be seeing her in Idaho in a couple of weeks, so I’ll make up for it then, and she can fill me in on everything that has been going on with everyone.
First class upgrade to Denver!
Only I have to admit I slept through about half of it – it’s been a very busy busy week!
The big hassle of the day!
This was my first time having to pick up a rental car by shuttle with no one to help me with my luggage. Two quilt duffels, my big suitcase and my rolling laptop bag. Thank heavens for compassionate bus drivers!
So here I am in Colorado. I’ve made it. I have everything I need.
I’m up at 5am typing this because I have to be at the Quiltmaker Studios at 7am for makeup and hair!
Oh, that sounds so glamorous, doesn’t it?
I’m still nervous. But I’m very excited, too.
I’m taping 6 courses of happy scrappiness!
I’ll let you know how it goes – I’m headed for the shower ---
Happy Tuesday, everyone!