Yesterday we had our big Pig Roast Fundraiser for the Czech
Team. Steve and I are not going this
year, but it pleased us to provide a nice location for it.
Steve’s pig roast partner in crime installed a new set of
burners in the ends of the roaster. The
work pushed back the start of the cook time, and Steve didn’t come to bed until
a little after 1 a.m., but then he was able to stay in bed and not check the
temperature of the cooker every half hour.
The new burners kept the temperature in the cooker higher, so the meat
was done earlier than normal. Steve even
had time to take a shower before the party started. I don’t know that such a thing has ever
happened before.
Some of the younger gals going on the Czech trip did face painting for the children. Julia thought it was very funny to be painted with a classic Snidely Whiplash mustache. She was sad at bath time to have to wash her face because she loved that Snidely Whiplash mustache.
The youth group came over in the afternoon to help with
setup. It was great for me because I had
to do much less running back and forth to the garage where the food was being
setup. I felt like I did much less
spinning around in circles and even had time to mingle a little before the food
was served. Another benefit of having the
youth come to help was that they were much less prone to make messes or get
into youthful mischief.
One of the activities for the children was a water balloon
fight. Paul got into the stash of water
balloons prematurely. First he lobbed
one at P.R. who was sitting in a group
with Steve and the grandparents. The
balloon landed in P.R.’s lap but didn’t burst.
P.R. of course chased Paul down.
So next time, Paul crept up behind P.R. with a water balloon that had
not been tied closed. He squirted P.R.
right in the back.
Steve, ever the model of decorum, suggested that Paul launch
his next attack on Tim. Poor Tim had
been up most of the night before with the youth group lock-in. (Come to think of it, this might be another
reason the youth didn’t get into any trouble this year – they were too
tired.) Paul came up to Tim and started
shouting, “My Dad told me to get you!” as he squirted Tim.
For their next victim, Steve sent Paul after Josiah, one of
the teenage boys. Father admonished son,
“This time don’t go yelling a warning.
Just sneak up and get him.” Paul
got him. The other teenagers thought it
was hilarious. And Paul didn’t get
creamed by Josiah, so I think it was okay.
Finally Paul walked up to Steve asking, “Dad, who should I
get nex… I’M GOING TO SQUIRT YOU!” Steve
was impressed that Paul was devious enough to get him to lean closer before
unleashing the spray of water.
Nathan handled his first Pig Roast pretty well. I think he was tired of all the new faces by
the end, but he didn’t fuss too much.
Petra had fun even though she was VERY tired by the end. Today she kept telling us that one of the little friends she met was going to visit at Grandma's house soon. The girl in the pink shirt and blue shorts. Or was it pink skirt and blue shirt? Anyway, if we ever figure out what her name is, she is invited to a playdate.
Thank God for the weather! We were under a threat of rain all day. Except for a brief shower when most people were under the tent eating anyway, the weather was clear for the party and corn hole tournament. The team even finished cleaning up. The one thing left that Steve would have done was put the cover on our grill, but a rain shower started then. It was the most perfect gentle summer shower you could ever hope for.