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Word-Wednesday for June 17, 2026

And here is the Wannaskan Almanac with Word-Wednesday for June 17, 2026, the twenty-fourth Wednesday of the year, the thirteenth Wednesday of spring, the third Wednesday of June, and the one-hundred sixty-eighth day of the year, with one-hundred ninety-seven days remaining. Wannaska Phenology Update for June 17, 2026 Wild Roses Rosa blanda — oginiiminagaawanzh — in Anishinaabe, also known as smooth rose, meadow/wild rose, or prairie rose, is a species native to Wannaska. A colony-forming shrub growing up to three feet high, wild rose can be found in prairies and meadows and forests, oh my! Among roses, oginiiminagaawanzh is the closest we come to a "thornless" rose. The flowers are perfect, by definition: /PÉ™R-fÉ™k(t)/ adj., BOTANY, (of a flower) having both stamens and carpels present and functional, i.e., bisexual. Blooming in early summer, the flowers are borne singly or in corymbs  [KÄR-im(b)/ n., a flower cluster whose lower stalks are proportionally longer so that the ...
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Wannaskan Almanac for Tuesday, June 16, 2026 I'm Feelin' A Tad Old

Why I'm Canceling My Metamorphosis Subscription (Translated from Tadpolese) By Toby the Tadpole | June 16, 2026 Hello, fellow pond-dwellers. It’s your favorite sleek, aerodynamic water-bullet, Toby. Or at least, I used to be sleek. I woke up this morning, stretched my perfectly streamlined body, and felt a weird, ungodly pop in my lower half. I looked back, and bam—stubby little hind legs. I am officially furious. I’d like to speak to the manager of biology, please, because I am opting out. Honestly, who designed this whole "growing up" process? For weeks, I’ve been the fastest swimmer in the shallows. My skin was smooth, youthful, and perfectly plump. Now? I’m getting a little bumpy around the edges. And my sleek, glorious tail—my defining feature, my absolute pride and joy—is shrinking. I hear from the reeds that I’m going to lose it entirely. What’s next? Am I going to start losing my eyesight and asking younger fish to read the algae labels for me? Let's talk abou...

Still There

  I like going to church, but I have a problem. After a few minutes of sitting on the unyielding wooden bench before the service begins, my back starts to ache. Rather than indulging in praise or penitence, I get distracted by my posture. The right angle of the pew serves as a guide for me to throw my shoulders back and press my lower back into a straight line. The stretch feels good and I try to hold it.  After a few seconds of DIY physical therapy, I startle to find myself zoned out and slouching once again. Some might assume I’m reflecting on my virtues and vices but I’m jiving with my own pre-service mantra: Slump, straighten, hold, sigh. Slump, straighten, hold, sigh.  After my initial orthopedic warm up, I’m carried along by the liturgy. I love the candles and the music. I particularly love both the familiarity and surprises embedded in scripture, and feel lucky that our priests deliver amazing homilies. More than anything, I’ve always been drawn to the solemn myste...

Sunday News

  The Palmville Globe Volume 2 Number 20 Man Rectifies Cage Joe McDonnell, 79 and a resident of Palmville Twp, Minnesota, recently stabilized a tomato cage. "We started off using metal cages," McDonnell tells the press, "but they're shaped like upside down cones and tended to tip over as the tomato plants got top heavy. My wife's father made several wooden cages and when he stopped gardening we started using them. Over time one of them got rotten so I bought some wood and made a new cage. I thought using screws instead of nails would make it stronger and it did, but to save money I only used one screw at each corner. After three seasons my wife noted this newest cage was the floppiest. By putting a small nail about an inch from each screw, the cage became the least floppy of all the cages." In a later report McDonnell says his wife thought her father had made all the cages. "I'll have to tell her the new one was my work," he says. Man Tests Non...

Update from the Original WAKWIR 1.O

 Good morning (or afternoon) and welcome to a beautiful hot sunny day in Philadelphia, here at the Wannaskan Almanac! Today is June 13th. BOOM! I’m back. My lovely mother has once again successfully bribed me into writing a post for her, this time in return for a free month of Apple TV + so I can watch Formula One. Nevertheless it feels quite nice to return every once in a while, to drop in and tell the world what I’ve been up to, and what I will be up to. Let's get into it! To start off, I am (mostly) done with my sophomore year at Drexel University. I just finished my finals for spring term yesterday to conclude a nice, busy year. It's been full of gen-eds, monotonous classes required for my major, and some fun recording classes in the music studio here and there. I’m only mostly done with my sophomore year though, since Drexel is an all year round school I’m required to spend the summer here taking classes, but it’s pretty low key. For those that aren't aware, I have bee...

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  I identified the birds in the following photos with the Merde App developed at the U of Turkey Disclaimer: I asked AI to write a post as written by a sixth grader in Mr Hot Coco's Science class. Song sparrow  Robin Yellowthroat Warbler Raven Flamingo (very rare)

Thursday June 11, 2026 Sven's New Avocation

  A Palmville Story Reprint of 2019     "‘Lo?"     "Yah Sven! Dis ‘ere’s yer neighbor, Also Bjorn N. Sveden. ‘ow ya been? 'aven't seen you fer avile."   "Yah ...?"        "Vell, I vas vunderin’ if’n you’d be intrestad in doin’ some tractor drivin’ fer me and me dad, Bjorn N. Sveden. Ve lost our tractor driver Tracy vatsisname to dat dam toy factory, an’ ve need anudder driver, purdy quick. Ve vas t’inkin’ ‘bout you, mebbe?" A typical Palmville tractor    "If’n you vas t’inkin’ ‘bout me, yer disperate I’m knowin’. Did everbody else say, ‘no’? Even me vife, dun’t t’ink of me for no yobs, cuz I’m retired you know. I verked meself into dis ‘ere state at da toy factory fer over t’irty’tree years til all I can do gud iss drink tew Extra Stouts  after five oh-clock pee em, an' vatch Youtube videos on me computer in dis ‘ere basement relivin’ me glory days as a fookin’ forklift driver, pardon ...