Most of the gang (there are officially 29 of us spread out over three houses) is downstairs watching Napoleon Dynamite. Since I’ve already seen the movie about 5 times (although that’s not stopping Hamburger…I’m convinced men are genetically predisposed to loving re-runs), I’m holed up upstairs with my book (Ghostwalk…I’m on page 220) and computer. The kids are baking brownies for tomorrow night’s dinner, and the house smells wonderful.
Have I told you how dinner works around here? It’s our one communal meal. Everyone is assigned one night to cook, and another night to clean. You don’t cook with your significant other or kids. And best of all, the men are in charge of planning the meals. I cooked Monday night, and was lucky to be teamed up with all men. We had grilled steak, and sauteed zucchini with bacon and garlic (man was that good), and fruit salad, and macaroni salad. My job was chopping zucchini and fruit, and mixing together the macaroni salad. I love not being in charge. The only problem was that the cooks eat last, so I only got two slices of zucchini. Oh, and we had s’mores for dessert. Last night we had smoked chicken and pork (one of the cousins brings his smoker every year), with potato salad and grilled veggies. Tonight was stir-fry. Tomorrow night it’s the kids night to cook. Rumor has it we’re having pizza. And brownies.
The most strenuous thing I did today was ride a bike down to the mall for Goody’s. Goody’s is the ice cream shop, and it’s a Sunriver tradition. Although they seem to be a bit lax in the quality control this year. The ice cream (and the sorbet) have been disappointing. Which isn’t to say we won’t go back to try a different flavor. Oh, and I won three games in a row at pool. I think I used up all my pool luck, which is unfortunate, since I’ve been signed up for the pool tournament. I’ve made it to the finals of the Skip-Bo tournament (with Hamburger as my partner), and I made it past the first round of the ping-pong tournament. Betcha didn’t know I gots skillz.
Tomorrow is the river float. There’s no escape. 3 or 4 hours on the Deschutes River. Hamburger and I have a rubber raft we blow up once every year for this occasion. Hopefully, it still holds air. Unfortunately, I don’t think I can get away with bringing my book along for the ride.
Oh….and I discovered Sunriver now has a bookstore. I will definitely be returning there to take advantage of the no sales tax. And to console myself for the fact that I can’t escape the river float.