We drove home from CDA on Friday and made it into bed around mid-night. We were due at the farmers market by 8:30AM Saturday. My aging bones were spent and I selfishly wished for a raging thunderstorm that would render the market…undoable. I’m sure I dreamed of it a few times throughout the night, but awoke to realize it was only a fantasy. My biggest hesitation, barring exhaustion, was that we were not allowed any political promotional materials at the market, so the project needed to be verbally explained over and over. I was afraid a few die-hard republicans might participate and then be upset because they unwittingly finger painted in the name of democracy. I did my level best to ‘warn’ anyone interested in playing. The response to the project was overwhelmingly positive, but I think one may have slipped through the painting crack. The staff received an email that night from a non-supporter saying “we don’t want people like you and your wife representing Idaho – get out”. Well gee … all I did was finger paint! And it’s quite obvious we don’t represent ALL of Idaho – just the independent thinkers who make judgments based on science and the good of the majority. The other side has their representation, why shouldn’t we have ours. We would not be in this position if the Democratic party had not asked Tom to step up to the plate and take on Goliath. If any other seasoned democratic politician in Idaho had been willing to fight the good fight, we would be at home making lasagna and playing scrabble.
I’m not getting out, and you should be scared, ’cause once this paint gets on your clothes – it’s never comin’ out!