A Day Off

So, if you ask any candidate how they feel at this point in the process, and if they give you an honest answer, it is “tired.” Campaigning is hard work. There is composing answers to radio interview questions, there are forums to attend, sometimes 2 in one day. We are supposed to be updating our social media sites at least a few times a week. There are events, that while fun, always seem to conflict with each other or are on different sides of the county.  And when one finds a beautiful block of evening or weekend time with nothing scheduled, it is a perfect time to get out, door knock, and ask for yet more yard sign locations. Combine that with paid work...can’t quit the day job after all….and in my case settling my mom’s estate. The honest answer is “tired.”

On Friday, I had a long list of things that needed to be attended to: The week’s worth of paperwork from my job. Insurance and financial forms to be filled out, signed, and mailed back in for my mom. Researching and writing answers to questions for a radio interview on Monday. Rethinking my closing remarks for this week’s forums. Contacting more folks that live along the highways for yard signs. I decided to do none of it. I needed a day at home. It is the end of the summer season. My garden was begging for attention after the first hard frost. Rain was in the forecast for Saturday, and I did not want to be working in both frost slime AND mud later in the season.

I live in Latah County because I love the people, the community that I call home. I also live here because we have incredibly fertile soil, made more fertile by the leavings of 2 horses, and I love to grow things to eat. We have chickens that turn our scraps into protein, but also a garden that provides all those things for a body that protein can’t. Being a solid midwestern girl, I can’t stand to see good food go to waste. I have a steam juicer, a hot water bath canner, a pressure canner, a food dehydrator, and a chest freezer. I spent the day on Friday harvesting everything and getting it ready to preserve. It was well after dark when I washed the last dish and called it a night.

On Saturday morning, I awoke at four and finished canning by nine. It was then off to events, off for a long afternoon of door knocking and conversations in Genesee, back home for a quick bite, then off to another event. I wasn’t tired. I was recharged, full. Full of the wonderful people that make this place a home. A full pantry of the bounty of this land. There is something about taking a day, creating something with my hands where I see immediate results, that is so different than the campaign trail. It fills my soul.