And here is the Wannaskan Almanac for Wannaska World Wednesday, August 22, 2018, brought to you by Roseau County 4-H, providing opportunities for kids to demonstrate leadership that benefits their communities and reflects the principles of democracy. Youth have fun while they learn, grow, and reach their full potential. Roseau County Courthouse, 606 5th Ave SW Room 130, Roseau, Minnesota 56751, 218-463-1052.
August 22 is the 234th day of the year, with 131 days remaining until the end of the year, and 222 days remaining until April Fools Day.
August 22 is the 234th day of the year, with 131 days remaining until the end of the year, and 222 days remaining until April Fools Day.
Days without a Road Rage conviction of a Wannaska Almanac contributing author: 26,082
Earth/Moon Almanac for August 22, 2018
Sunrise: 6:27am; Sunset: 8:27pm
Moonrise: 6:32pm; Moonset: 2:35am, waxing gibbous
Temperature Almanac for August 22, 2018
Average Record Today
High 79 93 83
Low 57 37 57
August 22 Spelling Reminder
i before e, except when your foreign neighbor, weird Keith Rosenstein, receives eight counterfeit beige sleighs from feisty, caffeinated weightlifters.
August 22 Celebrations from National Day Calendar
Earth/Moon Almanac for August 22, 2018
Sunrise: 6:27am; Sunset: 8:27pm
Moonrise: 6:32pm; Moonset: 2:35am, waxing gibbous
Temperature Almanac for August 22, 2018
Average Record Today
High 79 93 83
Low 57 37 57
August 22 Spelling Reminder
i before e, except when your foreign neighbor, weird Keith Rosenstein, receives eight counterfeit beige sleighs from feisty, caffeinated weightlifters.
August 22 Celebrations from National Day Calendar
- National Bao Day
- Never Bean Better Day
- National Tooth Fairy Day
- National Pecan Torte Day
- National Be An Angel Day
August 22 Riddle
How does a Flat-Earther travel the world?*
August 22 Notable Historic Events, Literary or Otherwise, from On This Day
How does a Flat-Earther travel the world?*
August 22 Notable Historic Events, Literary or Otherwise, from On This Day
- 565 St Columba reports seeing monster in Loch Ness
- 1762 Ann Franklin becomes the first female US newspaper editor, Newport, Rhode Island, Mercury
- 1775 King George III proclaims colonies to be in open rebellion
- 1932 BBC begins experimental regular TV broadcasts
August 22 Author/Artist Birthdays, from On This Day
- 1893 Dorothy Parker
- 1935 E. Annie Proulx
Words I looked up this week: amuse-bouche, anaplasmosis, babesiosis, cachet, dosh, hippalektryon, philippic, refection, rentier, swinge, vexillology, vouchsafe, wodge
Wannaska World 2018.08.22
Otto turned in the direction of the panting, faster than a jackrabbit's heartbeat, each breath moving thimble-fulls of the syrupy summer air. An old snag reached out into the river, upturned roots fanning the edge of the water. Must be behind that tree, thought Otto, stepping softly toward the river. "S'up?" Otto spun back around to see Bobby. The panting, now behind him once again, give way to a swish of underbrush as the animal took flight along the overgrown riverbank. Otto pivoted to watch the sound recede into silence.
"Did you see what it was?"
"No, but I got a pretty good idea. Word around Palmville it's a stray dog or coyote pup who's been stealing food and chasing chickens at night. Nobody's gotten a good look at it yet."
Bobby could see right into Otto's mind and changed the subject. "Where's your stuff?"
"Already out at the trestle."
"You left your Johnson out for the taking on the trestle!?"
"Nope, just the Zebco, and it's unfindable."
A natural comedian known for his uncanny impersonations, Bobby slipped into one of his classics - Old Man Tofferson spazzing out in a flipping philippic: "JUST the Zebco... UNfindable... Food or fishing tackle, you K-N-O-W that Coon Man can find ANYthing and will eat or steal ANYthing!"
Otto joined the routine: "At LEAST it wasn't the JOHNSON!"
And so they continued the mock argument all way to the trestle for fishing, where the whole idea was to otherwise choose words carefully and speak only when necessary once the rods were deployed. Otto and Bobby eschewed many of the habits of their indoors, online friends, sharing a mutual passion for fishing and collecting fishing equipment. Social challenges aside, Old Man [Gander] Tofferson was their fishing guru, who as legend has it, even married a woman who had her own boat and who had divorced her first husband because he didn’t go fishing enough.
Two lines kissed the flowing water, and silence ensued. Bobby knew Otto well enough to remain silent. Entirely intent on his line, Otto's mind slowly quieted into a calm, cool, undisturbed tranquility where each wisp of new thought or feeling drifted away as quickly as it arose. The line became the water, and the flowing water encompassed the riverbank, and the plants and animals sounded through the wind into the blue, cloudless sky. Otto peacefully, imperturbably brushed away the few mosquitoes and bull flies entering his moment.
"Ah'm as real as y'all are."
Wannaska World is a community writing project, where story ideas or contributions left in the comment section or elsewhere on Wannaskan Almanac will be incorporated into ongoing installments.
Be better than yesterday, learn a new word today, and try to stay out of trouble - at least until tomorrow.
*On a plane.
Otto turned in the direction of the panting, faster than a jackrabbit's heartbeat, each breath moving thimble-fulls of the syrupy summer air. An old snag reached out into the river, upturned roots fanning the edge of the water. Must be behind that tree, thought Otto, stepping softly toward the river. "S'up?" Otto spun back around to see Bobby. The panting, now behind him once again, give way to a swish of underbrush as the animal took flight along the overgrown riverbank. Otto pivoted to watch the sound recede into silence.
"Did you see what it was?"
"No, but I got a pretty good idea. Word around Palmville it's a stray dog or coyote pup who's been stealing food and chasing chickens at night. Nobody's gotten a good look at it yet."
Bobby could see right into Otto's mind and changed the subject. "Where's your stuff?"
"Already out at the trestle."
"You left your Johnson out for the taking on the trestle!?"
"Nope, just the Zebco, and it's unfindable."
A natural comedian known for his uncanny impersonations, Bobby slipped into one of his classics - Old Man Tofferson spazzing out in a flipping philippic: "JUST the Zebco... UNfindable... Food or fishing tackle, you K-N-O-W that Coon Man can find ANYthing and will eat or steal ANYthing!"
Otto joined the routine: "At LEAST it wasn't the JOHNSON!"
And so they continued the mock argument all way to the trestle for fishing, where the whole idea was to otherwise choose words carefully and speak only when necessary once the rods were deployed. Otto and Bobby eschewed many of the habits of their indoors, online friends, sharing a mutual passion for fishing and collecting fishing equipment. Social challenges aside, Old Man [Gander] Tofferson was their fishing guru, who as legend has it, even married a woman who had her own boat and who had divorced her first husband because he didn’t go fishing enough.
Two lines kissed the flowing water, and silence ensued. Bobby knew Otto well enough to remain silent. Entirely intent on his line, Otto's mind slowly quieted into a calm, cool, undisturbed tranquility where each wisp of new thought or feeling drifted away as quickly as it arose. The line became the water, and the flowing water encompassed the riverbank, and the plants and animals sounded through the wind into the blue, cloudless sky. Otto peacefully, imperturbably brushed away the few mosquitoes and bull flies entering his moment.
"Ah'm as real as y'all are."
Wannaska World is a community writing project, where story ideas or contributions left in the comment section or elsewhere on Wannaskan Almanac will be incorporated into ongoing installments.
Be better than yesterday, learn a new word today, and try to stay out of trouble - at least until tomorrow.
*On a plane.
jimi Hendrix said to let your freak vex fly. There's cachet for you. Oh to be a rentier, dodging my classmates' philippics. Dodging their swinges too, those wodges, very like hippylektryons, beset by analepsis and babesiosis too.
ReplyDeleteI've got the dosh. Vouschafe me refection as flags go down.