Wannaskan Almanac

  Those who refuse to suffer fools tend to be insufferable themselves.  God is like the mighty stream  That pours out of a hydrant  I want to rise to upper realms But splatter on the pavement  God is like a carousel  To ride I start to run  But then I see the carny stands And stop to have some fun  I complain even when nothing is wrong.  It’s easier to be amusing about my troubles than about my happiness.  Once I read books. Then just book reviews, and now I let friends describe the books they’re reading to me.  In exchange, I preach to them my take on salvation.  A proper gander raised in town  Meets a goose out in the wild There is no way it can be known If gosling is his child We do our best in comfort zone Let us stay on the well-trod road Forced to change we piss and moan And end in panic mode The preacher gives to the flock  Food that's fit for their station To the child- pie in the sky  To the mature- cruc...

Hello and welcome to a first-day-of-February Saturday here at the Wannaskan Almanac. Today is February 1st. Rejoice! Rejoice! We made it through January! February is three days shorter than January and the days are getting longer. Those feel like wins to me, and let me tell you, after the last couple of weeks we've had, we could use some wins. Last week's blog post, A Sick Week , ended on an ominous note with the Seventh Grader kicking off the weekend with a red, sore, puffy, crusty eye the morning of the Lego League qualifier in Grand Forks. You know it's been a severe sick season when you text the coaches that your daughter has pink eye and they reply, "Let us know what you decide to do." Maybe my memory is fuzzy, but I recall a different response in a far lesser sick season when you let coaches know you're kid is potentially contagious, and the response is: Get your kid as far away from the team as possible .  But desperate times call for desperate measures...