Tuesday, July 31, 2007

This is a pic after we'd strewn Roy's ashes into the Moyie River during the canoe trip. Just after this we hit a logjam. Which me and Kevin got through and then watched Jim and Brenda's canoe belongings float down the river. We jiggered about on the river and saved most of them but our hearts were heavy when we had to paddle up the river in order to reach the rest of the 2007 crew.

Kevin said it's only going up to 16 above on Sunday. Which means we could have one hell of a big thunderstorm on Saturday. I think God (or Roy, or Anna, or John Miller, or Marlene) are having a great time and they just want to remind us that they were pretty good too. And Bob is going to be here. And Jim and Ger and Kev and Julie. Not me. I'm packing my bags. Tuktoyuktuck is good at this time of the year. Death Valley is looking good. The Sahara Desert will be an oasis. Iceland will be my summer home.

And since I'll be the eldest Storm, I charge $5.00 for insights, $6.00 for bright ideas and $999.00 to pick my brain, hopefully with a laser and not a sledgehammer. I also get to pick the games. Four persons in a sack while I pour acid on them while beating them with a crowbar; betting on how long it will take Jim to die while swinging from a noose; having Ger's thyroid gland removed in order to use him as the 'silent talker'; having Kevin appear in proverty-stricking Ethiopia just to show them that we have skeletal persons too; and having Julie just smile. Which means we should head for the hills, mountains, whatever. High altitudes is good. Anywhere to jump from. Preferrably with a good footing. When I jump I do like to have good footing.

With some trepidation I look forward to this coming weekend. My bod is already starting to get into the cacoon stage. I'll have to look after you people. You won't let me, which I resent. If an emergency arises I'll be there: "Uncle Don, you have your head in the sand" "Who got hurt?" "you don't know the child" "is it related to me?" "No, close but not related" "is there blood?" "a little but we cleaned it up". "where am I?" "in relation to what?" "my bed" "that depends" "on what?" "how close you want your bed to be, we are in a forest and I hear coyotes" "who am I talking to?" "Roy and Anna" "oh gawd what did I do now" "we have a bone to pick" "still?" "yes, you had unfinished business when you left for all those years but now we need you to keep the family together" "I don't have the capabilities nor the resources" "you'll find a way" "no I won't" "I've just noticed lately that Kevin is annoying" "you have to get over that" "everytime Jim, Ger, Julie and Kevin can spray me with some toxic waste or even water they do, it get's annoying, although Julie doesn't do it that much, and Justin does it, Col does it, Tyler does it, Jen does it" "you'll get over it" "Anita is annoying sometimes but great"

"you will survive, Don" How?" "be yourself and let things happen, for you it usually does" "this time I will be surprised" "We'll see but thank you for loving our family as much as you do".

Saturday, July 28, 2007

Tyler does this and it is very good. But the next few weeks should be good. Except for me. Have chloroform ready. All I can do is be nice. That is what I do.
Ger seems to be ignoring me. And others. But I'm here for a little while. Not much longer so don't annoy me. I'm a true representative of the Storms. Well, the oldest. I'm not that good. I'm ready to kill actually. I'd like to use most of my kin as kindling. Which would work out well. I don't do the burning at the stake (unless it's necessary and needed to be used as a deterent to normality).
Take care you all. I haven't seen Justin, Hello. Ger is gone. Jim is a distant memory. Col hates me. Tyler is insane. Julie is far away, and Kevin is on patrol on the waterline" Well, I'm getting a complex. "uncle don?" "what?" "does anyone love you?" "nope" "someone does" "none of my family apparentely" "Cody does" "that's a cat, by the way the strangest cat I've ever seen, I may kill him" "he's your only friend, you can't kill Cody"
Perhaps I can. But probably not.

Friday, July 27, 2007

That is Tyler and Tiana. They are good persons. In a strange kind of way.But that is a Storm. That is good.

This is the Storm blog. Well hello, We are perfect and I presume I'm great. So I don't think I"m that grreat.

I'll pretend I'm great. Will that work?

Nighty night.

This is a good fire.

And that Shuan, he enjoyed it. That is me in the background wondering if im going to be left.

When one goes on a canoe trip, one loses ones' comb. A fork only comes in handy when one loses ones comb which is annoying. If I didn't know that was me, I'd think this pic of me is an alien of an unknown universe whom has a Bud and has a stash of mustard next to him.

I think Julie had a good time on the canoe trip. And isn't that what it is all about? The Storms do attract something don't they. Natural disasters and bees. If I see one more bee that isn't beneficial to life I'm going to kill it.
By the way I have more misquitto bites per square inch of skin than any one else.

Thursday, July 26, 2007

I don't know who that is on the right, but there is Tyler and Col.


I have no idea whom these persons are. I think that is Col and Tyler in the background. The foreground could be anyone. I know I'm not involved in this picture. I might have been totally amazed that Tyler is alive or that I am. No, this is a few years ago. I look like a Bohemian Rhapsody wapped into a sixty year old bod. Or not.
Good stuff

Tuesday, July 03, 2007

Well I survived the storm of the century. I didn't think I'd ever see trees flattened like matchsticks. Thank gawd Jim had a chain saw. The blue tarp was ripped off like a rip saw and we stood agape as the forest collapsed around us. Some ran for cover in the open field but a lot of us just stood there and watched tree after tree fall.

I've been through a scary thing or two. So we set off canoeing after that and it was pouring rain Saturday morn. But we did it. Saturday was good, more or less. Ger spilled. If I have to be a baby-sitter it wouldn't be good. Jim spilled. I have to look after him to?

An update on my relationship with Kev and Anita. I'm more or less taking over. Kevin is not capable of functioning as a human being, much less as a father and husband. I've been here two weeks and and I could write a book.

I'm gaining weight. I didn't want to gain weight. I think Bob and Lorraine and Stacy and Dawn are coming down, and children. I hear there might be a family reunion after the long weekend in August but I don't know. Might I note my headache? My headache is worse than most. It pounds.

But I love you all but some I might want to kill some. Those that annoy me are gone immediatlely. I'l use those bods as sources of agony. those that are within throwing distance of being normal but yet slightly abnormal. I'll preserve: uncle don? what? You can't pickle Robin. If he annoys me, I promise I can.

I honest to gowd don't think I will survive. You guys are all so good to me and I don't think I deserve it. Can't wail to see you.