Return of the fat bastard - you have to love me, just like it says in the owners manual!

June 19th 2016

With Abigail and Braxton

      Happy Father's Day! That's what people say to you even when they're not even your kids or at least not that you know of? I have always told my daughter every day is Father's day because I'm your father every day and you have to love me just like it says in the owners manual! It's not that I've been an exceptional Father. As a matter of fact I wasn't a Father at all for 16 years or so. I guess I'm making up for lost time. For me, every day truly is Father's day. Any dick can be a Father, now I try to be a Dad
      For now let me catch you up on the rest of our Campbell River adventure. We woke up to grey skies and ongoing squalls of nasty weather.
      The lovely Lisa just said I'm very flowery. I think she means I smell like a petunia! How much harder do you think this is to do with the lovely Lisa helping me?! You see I'm doing this on my phone and we are sitting in the car at the ferry terminal in Nanaimo with a minimum of a 1 sailing wait. Another example of our tax dollars at work. And I'm using the talk to text feature so she can hear everything I'm saying.

      Back to Campbell River. We were invited up to Daryl and Meaghan's for a Saturday morning brunch at 10 o'clock. Between Karen's broken leg, Abigail the baby and my general lackadaisical attitude we were out of there by 10:21. It used to be that you would just drive straight up General Hill Cross the BC Hydro Dam take a Logging Road for a couple of clicks then turn down an even worse Road to their kilometer-long driveway. Now you have to go the long way around. You head toward Gold River and take a left. It winds around until it dumps you on another Logging Road which you follow until you reach the Devlin Logging Road which then puts you on the goat path to their driveway. I don't really care about the road because we're in Stu's Lincoln Town Car.
      This is the third time that I have written that same paragraph. I keep forgetting to save it then the phone rings and I answer it and then it's gone! Start over again. We were met at the car by Sally the dog and all 3 of the kids We walk into their house past a giant buffalo head and see Meaghan in the kitchen cooking sausage contributed by the aforementioned Buffalo.

Buffalo Sausage, Dreadlock Rasta

       Buffalo sausage, hash browns, ham,and French toast. She put on a great spread. Here are some pictures of the Devlins.

Karen, Allie and Meaghan the Murray Girls

Braxton and Daryl, retired Dare Devils 

Abigail and Caydance

Everly and Abby

Grampa Stu and Abby

They have an acreage up there and I walked around with Daryl showing me the improvements he was making.

Stu and I perusing the pond

      Looks like there's going to be water in the pond for this year's hillbilly hoedown. They have about 10 hummingbird feeders hanging up outside there sliding door I've never seen so many hummingbirds.

We had talked about perhaps playing a little golf we did bring their clubs but it was already 2 in the afternoon and raining. We went into Quality Foods and Stu bought a couple of racks of ribs. When we got back to Stu's the lovely Lisa prepared the ribs and put them in the oven. Then everyone went and had a nap. It worked out alright. I got to write Friday's blog chat with Karen, who was the only other person awake in the house and watch Family Feud. All in all a pretty good afternoon.
      While the lovely Lisa was asleep Chef Boy R Lisa took over her body! She came out of the bedroom a whirling dervish! Ribs out of the oven. Corn on the cob and potatoes into the oven. "Get out here and make a salad Scullery Squatch!" came the call from the kitchen. So I did. Don't mess with the Chef! The ribs were as always, excellent. After dinner we watched a couple of movies. Spy with Melissa McCarthy, laugh out loud funny and then Ted 2 Juvenile and sophomoric which is why I had to laugh under my breath so the lovely Lisa would stop staring at me like I was an idiot. That doesn't mean I'm not an idiot. Just saying.
      I got a message from my daughter Jen saying she wants to take me to the Keg. I don't really like the Keg. I think if your Waiter sits down at your table he should pay his share of the cheque! When the lovely Lisa and I get home Jen is going to come over and have a visit. Of course the lovely Lisa will already be in bed. She has a 2:30 call time. Also Lisa is not Jennifer's father just in case you hadn't noticed.
     Okay now we're back Sunday morning. We've been sitting in the ferry line up for one full sailing now. The fare taker said we may or may not get on the 2:10 Ferry. They just made the announcement that they were getting ready to load the boat. We have our fingers crossed and legs  and eyes and I may ritually sacrifice one of the Ratdogs.
      We said our goodbyes in Campbell River and hit the Inland Island Highway. Normally we would take the scenic coastal route but we have to get back to Vancouver at a reasonable time so Chef Boy R Lisa can go to work at an unreasonable time.
      We didn't have a lot of time but we needed to stop and see our friends Deb and Spence in Qualicum. Their son had a horrific motorcycle accident 3 weeks ago. He's an amazing kid. We stopped by and saw him and he looked and said he felt pretty good. He is such an active and healthy kid everyone has been amazed at his recovery. We were barely there for a cup of coffee and we were gone. With Lisa Andretti at the wheel we got here just in time to sit in the ferry lineup for, I don't know 2 hours? And we ain't on yet!

That's all I've got for now
Till next time
Peace out y'all