The campaign is over. I won. As I go through the holidays and meet up with friends old and new, there is time to share what is going on in life. Many of them are retiring. Ten years ago, that was my plan, too. Retire in my late 50’s. Take Fall river trips. Go backcountry skiing in Spring when the days are longer and the nights a little more mild. Summer backpacking trips and lazy days in the garden. Time to visit my kids, and time to read books. Instead, I am embarking on a new career. I just accepted a job that is full time plus. I couldn’t be more thrilled, more humbled…and, yes, a little nervous. The kind folks of Latah County are trusting me to do my best in this role. It is not a responsibility I take lightly.
2018 was a long year. Campaigns as a first time candidate are grueling. Fundraising letters and their associated thank you notes and bookkeeping. Designing signs and composing radio ads. Campaign parties and stump speeches. Forums where very complex questions need to be answered in two minutes or less. And for me, I felt it was important to meet with as many folks at the courthouse as I could. To find out about their jobs, what they do and what they feel is important. I attended as many commissioner meetings as my work schedule would allow. There were events. So many events. Many of them on the same night. All offering food and drink. Parades and community days. City council meetings. And then there was door knocking, sometimes instead of an event, sometimes in combination. What this meant, practically, is over 10,000 miles on the red truck. It meant getting up at 4:30 am to swim or run, and then not dropping into bed before 10:00 pm most nights. Weekends were more packed than weekdays. It meant juggling the time taken to create and eat a good meal versus yet one more thing I could or should be doing. When campaigning, there is always the feeling that it is not quite enough.
2018 was a tough year. I lost a really good friend and rafting buddy to a rapidly progressive brain disease. My mom, who was diagnosed with leukemia right at the time I decided to run for Commissioner, required increasing amounts of my time, homecare and hospice, and finally died with me by her side on September 11. My kids are increasingly busy with their own lives, and connecting with them has to be much more intentional as their time is limited as well. Running many miles to blow off steam and stress was no longer an option as my knees screamed at me in protest. Navigating a relatively new relationship in our 50’s is never an easy endeavor, and the campaign time commitments did not make that any easier.
2018 was a good year. After either being in school or working a summer job to pay for it, Jasper finally had enough time to make it home for a summer river trip. He’s got a great lady in his life that was gusty enough to come and meet me on her own when her work brought her to Idaho. A summer wedding in Montana was close enough for me to slip down to Salmon for a few days and see my grandpup and spend a day on the water with Emerald. My running buddies adapted our route so I could join them. Truer friends could not be found. I’m still in love with my husband. I was elected County Commissioner! A required trip to Boise was extended to allow for reconnecting with old friends, a sweet music night, and enough time on the road to actually get through an entire audio book. My chickens were laying machines, the grapes we planted three years ago finally produced, and we cleared enough understory to plant trees this Spring. The whole family made it to Santa Barbara to spread my mom’s ashes with her sister. The Christmas holidays were quiet. I’ve been working on my sourdough bread recipe. I had my own private Christmas Eve service in our woods with a fire. I finally had enough time and space to cry hard for the loss of my mom. And I slept. Nine hours a night, for many nights in a row.
It is now 2019. I will swear in on January 14, exact time not yet known. I am humbled and honored that you have chosen me for this position. I promise to listen to you, help when I can, and to not be afraid to say, “I don’t know.” In order for me to listen, you must continue to talk to me. To find out what is happening, you can “like” the Latah County Facebook page. You can also get an email subscription to the Commissioner’s agendas and minutes. Looking forward to an exciting 2019.