Accessibility

Had a good time playing in the dirt at the garden yesterday. My strawberries are coming in:



I'm fairly sure Claude is the source of everything that's earthy and solid on this planet:



Neighbor Ed turned out to be in Providence, so my impromptu plan to ring his doorbell and shriek Hi-ii-iiii! was for all for naught.

Instead, I went tromping. Some dead Vanderbilt had a thing for Liriodendron tulipiferae, and I'm so glad they did! The tulip trees were all in bloom yesterday. Though I guess not being real flowers but specialized leaves, "bloom" is the wrong operative verb there:

And the peonies hadn't bloomed yet:



One assumes there must be peonies in Ulster County, but I have yet to see a single one, so I was very pleased to see these:



When I woke up this morning, my computer had come down with a display glitch that irritated the hell out of me, so I started banging systems settings randomly, and in doing so managed to fuck up my computer even more!

It took me five hours to track down & undo whatever random thing I did: It was something under "Accessibility." "Accessibility" is filled with all sorts of deeply weird functionalities.
In the future, I must remember to write down whatever small changes I make to the computer's operating system. My memory just isn't keyed in to retaining random shit like that, even though random shit like that turns out to be absolutely essential to the smooth, background functioning of said tool. I managed to right the most obvious problems, but the damn thing still isn't working well enough for the perfect spontaneous heart dump.