And here is the Wannaskan Almanac for Wannaska World Wednesday, October 3, 2018, brought to you by Salol Feed Elevators, Trunk Highway 11, pigeon capital of Roseau County.
October 3 is the 276 day of the year, with 89 days remaining until the end of the year, and 180 days remaining until April Fools Day.
Nordhem Lunch: Hot Turkey Plate
Days without a case of hand, foot, and mouth disease for Wannaska Almanac contributing authors: 26,124 days
Earth/Moon Almanac for October 3, 2018
Sunrise: 7:26am; Sunset: 6:59pm
Moonrise: 12:22am; Moonset: 4:18pm, waning crescent
Temperature Almanac for October 3, 2018
Average Record Today
High 71 89 50
Low 49 31 27
October 3 Celebrations from National Day Calendar
October 3 is the 276 day of the year, with 89 days remaining until the end of the year, and 180 days remaining until April Fools Day.
Nordhem Lunch: Hot Turkey Plate
Days without a case of hand, foot, and mouth disease for Wannaska Almanac contributing authors: 26,124 days
Earth/Moon Almanac for October 3, 2018
Sunrise: 7:26am; Sunset: 6:59pm
Moonrise: 12:22am; Moonset: 4:18pm, waning crescent
Temperature Almanac for October 3, 2018
Average Record Today
High 71 89 50
Low 49 31 27
October 3 Celebrations from National Day Calendar
- National Coffee with a Cop Day
- National Techies Day
- National Boyfriend Day
- National Walk to School Day
- National Pumpkin Seed Day
- National Mean Girls Day
October 3 Riddle
What's the opposite of a dumpling?*
October 3 Notable Historic Events, Literary or Otherwise, from On This Day
What's the opposite of a dumpling?*
October 3 Notable Historic Events, Literary or Otherwise, from On This Day
- 1789 Washington proclaims 1st national Thanksgiving Day on Nov 26
- 1849 American author Edgar Allan Poe is found delirious in a gutter in Baltimore, Maryland under mysterious circumstances; it is the last time he is seen in public before his death.
- 1863 Lincoln designates last Thursday in November as Thanksgiving Day
- 1913 US Federal income tax signed into law (at 1%) by President Woodrow Wilson
- 1955 "Captain Kangaroo" premieres
- 1955 "Mickey Mouse Club" premieres
- 1957 Allen Ginsberg's Howl and Other Poems is ruled not obscene
October 3 Author/Artist Birthdays, from On This Day
- 1834 Vilém Blodek, Czech composer
- 1885 Sophie Treadwell, American playwright and journalist
- 1893 BedÅ™ich HavlÃk, Czech composer
- 1900 Thomas Wolfe, American novelist
- 1916 James Herriot, English veterinarian and novelist, All Creatures Great and Small
- 1925 Gore Vidal, Myra Breckinridge, Lincoln
Words I Looked Up This Week Writer's Challenge
Make a single sentence (or poem) from the following words:
energuman, holenmerism, mudlark, oprichnik, sisu
Make a single sentence (or poem) from the following words:
energuman, holenmerism, mudlark, oprichnik, sisu
Wannaska World 2018.10.03
Every morning was an emotional adventure of pubertal discovery - the excitement of new lip or chin hairs that needed shaving, or not; the hope to see more muscles and less tummy fat; the intrigue of things growing under his arms and between his legs. Otto felt a little grossed out at the person staring back through the bathroom mirror this morning as he brushed his teeth. He sighed at the three volcanic pimples on the archipelago of freckles scattered across his face, and he quickly expedited their eruption. He combed out a few flakes of dandruff from his shock of curly, red hair. And yes, his Adam's Apple cast a long shadow. Shaving his upper lip and scanning his pubic hairs were more satisfying, but the underarm deodorant his mom purchased smelled almost as bad as his BO. It was only 6:00am. It was dark outside. The bathroom was cold this morning. Gretchen used up all the hot water. It was raining. It was only Wednesday.
For as long as Otto could remember, he had used this time to plan out his entire day - identifying his hopes for the day and layering those hopes with all variety of imaginary options. It used to be fun. In the few days since school began, his morning time in front of the bathroom mirror had become an inquisition of worry and frustration. Otto was worried that this might be the new normal; Otto was frustrated that Bobby was right about middle school. But our Son of Wannaska is also stubborn, independent, and an optimist. A master of imaginary worlds, Otto was learning the hard lessons in the world of rules and roles. With so little under his control, Otto was learning about those few, small things over which he might occasionally have some measure of influence. Otto's own honking, squeaking, cracking voice mocked him whenever he attempted to speak up or out, but he persisted.
The best thing about Wednesdays was Art. Art was different with Mrs. Vatnsdal in all the ways that Otto needed to calm his worries and frustrations while providing an alternative form of expression for his unreliable vocal cords. Mrs. Vatnsdal seemed to understand that Otto's bedroom could be a form of art. Mrs. Vatnsdal said that drawing isn't the only form of art. Mrs. Vatnsdal was excited about her class every day. Mrs. Vatnsdal talked about beauty and how things are beautiful in ways that Otto had always seen, but also in new ways that he hadn't seen before. Otto actually took notes in art class and read them later at home.
"Most things are more beautiful in the company of another beautiful thing. Please do your best to see and combine complementary beautiful things in your own art."
"The best artist is one who knows one's own gifts and who works to constantly see more through those gifts."
The rain stopped just after breakfast, and the sun started to rise while Otto waited with 7-year-old Betty Barb Billberg for their 7:30 school bus. Otto watched the sun light up red and purple clouds as Tiffany alternated between video games and text messaging on her phone. Otto felt the day open up before him as he looked forward to art class and a long walk along Mikinnak Crick to the tree house after school.
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Every morning was an emotional adventure of pubertal discovery - the excitement of new lip or chin hairs that needed shaving, or not; the hope to see more muscles and less tummy fat; the intrigue of things growing under his arms and between his legs. Otto felt a little grossed out at the person staring back through the bathroom mirror this morning as he brushed his teeth. He sighed at the three volcanic pimples on the archipelago of freckles scattered across his face, and he quickly expedited their eruption. He combed out a few flakes of dandruff from his shock of curly, red hair. And yes, his Adam's Apple cast a long shadow. Shaving his upper lip and scanning his pubic hairs were more satisfying, but the underarm deodorant his mom purchased smelled almost as bad as his BO. It was only 6:00am. It was dark outside. The bathroom was cold this morning. Gretchen used up all the hot water. It was raining. It was only Wednesday.
For as long as Otto could remember, he had used this time to plan out his entire day - identifying his hopes for the day and layering those hopes with all variety of imaginary options. It used to be fun. In the few days since school began, his morning time in front of the bathroom mirror had become an inquisition of worry and frustration. Otto was worried that this might be the new normal; Otto was frustrated that Bobby was right about middle school. But our Son of Wannaska is also stubborn, independent, and an optimist. A master of imaginary worlds, Otto was learning the hard lessons in the world of rules and roles. With so little under his control, Otto was learning about those few, small things over which he might occasionally have some measure of influence. Otto's own honking, squeaking, cracking voice mocked him whenever he attempted to speak up or out, but he persisted.
The best thing about Wednesdays was Art. Art was different with Mrs. Vatnsdal in all the ways that Otto needed to calm his worries and frustrations while providing an alternative form of expression for his unreliable vocal cords. Mrs. Vatnsdal seemed to understand that Otto's bedroom could be a form of art. Mrs. Vatnsdal said that drawing isn't the only form of art. Mrs. Vatnsdal was excited about her class every day. Mrs. Vatnsdal talked about beauty and how things are beautiful in ways that Otto had always seen, but also in new ways that he hadn't seen before. Otto actually took notes in art class and read them later at home.
"Most things are more beautiful in the company of another beautiful thing. Please do your best to see and combine complementary beautiful things in your own art."
"The best artist is one who knows one's own gifts and who works to constantly see more through those gifts."
The rain stopped just after breakfast, and the sun started to rise while Otto waited with 7-year-old Betty Barb Billberg for their 7:30 school bus. Otto watched the sun light up red and purple clouds as Tiffany alternated between video games and text messaging on her phone. Otto felt the day open up before him as he looked forward to art class and a long walk along Mikinnak Crick to the tree house after school.
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Be better than yesterday, learn a new word today, and try to stay out of trouble - at least until tomorrow.
*A smartpling
*A smartpling
As oprichnik of the Baltic provinces, it is my intention to roust the Finnish mudlarks out of our rivers. It won't be easy. Their sisu turns them into right energumen. But no worries. They'll be running back to their saunas when they confront the holenmerism of our Cossacks. Ochen' khorosho
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