Tech Note: Lately every time I move my laptop (Windows 8.1, about 7 years old), it freezes and loses its ability to find wi-fi, and I have to reboot, which takes forever. I have tried a couple different antiviral programs, clearing out various files, disk cleanup, taking files off my desktop, getting rid of everything I can find that I don’t need. It’s still acting slow and cranky, although maybe a bit better. Any other suggestions (other than buying new)? Thank you, techie Peeps!
Welcome back to the odd and whimsical poetery of the Peeps related to holidaze! Let’s investigate what today is, because we need all the holidaze we can celebrate, right? Furtunately, our country is back to more or less normality, about which all critters are very happy!
Still, every day seems to be many holidays. Which is good, because we all have our favorites. So I will pick out one or two, and you can click the link above if you’re curious about the rest. This is an Open Thread, so please feel free to add your favorite pomes and photoes and holidaze for today in the Comments!
Today is International Dog Biscuit Appreciation Day!
Celebrate the day by buying or making some dog biscuits for your dog or the dogs of others! If you can't decide which type of biscuits to get, you probably can't go wrong by getting the original bone-shaped biscuit, the Milk-Bone!
Peanut Butter and Pumpkin Dog Treats To Share
(They don’t say so, but they sound good enough for hoomins!)
1) Preheat oven to 350 degrees F (175 degrees C).
- 2) Whisk together flour, eggs, pumpkin, peanut butter, salt, and cinnamon in a bowl. Add water as needed to help make the dough workable, but the dough should be dry and stiff. Roll the dough into a 1/2-inch-thick roll. Cut into 1/2-inch pieces.
- 3) Bake in preheated oven until hard, about 40 minutes.
On second thought, they have no sugar, so maybe not for hoomins.
Poem 055: Biscuit
by Jane Kenyon
(not all woozles are so thrilled by this day!)
The dog has cleaned his bowl
and his reward is a biscuit,
which I put in his mouth
like a priest offering the host.
I can’t bear that trusting face!
He asks for bread, expects
bread, and I in my power
might have given him a stone.
[Jane Kenyon was born in Ann Arbor, Michigan, in 1947. She is the author of four books of poetry, including From Room to Room (1978) and Constance (1993), as well as a translation of work by the Russian poet Anna Akhmatova. Kenyon was honored with the PEN/Voelcker Award for Poetry in 1994, and was Poet Laureate of New Hampshire when she died in 1995. Books, reviews, and purchasing information can be found here.]