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September 9th, 2017

Help!

Calling all ships at sea, particularly those who know their way around a Mac. 

I foolishly left the cover of my Mac open while I did some chores; BB came back to find Phil sitting on the keyboard (because cat). He shoo'ed him off, but the damage had been done; I now have a visual panel, or pane, up that I can't get rid of because I don't know what it's called, and I don't know which keys were depressed in what manner by the ^&%$@ cat to make this function start. 

It appears to be a panel that tells me exactly what my cursor is doing and where it is. Unless I turn the sound off, I also get a mechanical voice saying the same thing that appears in the panel. And whatever I put my cursor on gets etched in black (that's in addition to the descriptive panel.)

It therefore appears to be something that would describe what the cursor is doing, while making that description easy to understand for either a visually or aurally impaired computer user. So you'd think there'd be something in the files under "accessibility" or "accessibility aids," but there isn't, or at least not that I can find out. 

I've checked my Mac help files under "description pane" and "description panel," under "text pane (and panel)"; under "cursor," "cursor description pane" and a lot of other descriptors I can think of. Nothing leads me to any help subject that I can understand. 

I made a screen capture of it, and will show it here, if I can actually get photo bucket or the Google image process to work. If anyone can help guide me to whatever I need to do to get rid of this thing, I'd be grateful. 

Welp: I can't get the fucking image uploaded anywhere in order to embed it in this post, so I can't show you the thing that I'm looking at on the screen, which means that you really don't have anything with which to identify the stupid pane I'm dealing with. But it's making use of this computer - the only one I have to deal with, and my work computer, if you'll remember - almost impossible. It won't let me scroll properly, so it's incredibly hard to edit anything. Perhaps this information can help, though: As I'm typing this, the pane is actually showing each individual key I'm typing, including typing out the word "space" when I hit the space bar.

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Dept. of Things Get Better

A Productive Saturday

After feeling uncomfortably down by the end of Friday night, and after worrying about having to clean up the storage basement so early Saturday morning, I found that it worked out quite nicely. I rolled out of bed, staggered to the grocery to buy some bagels, orange and grapefruit juice for whatever laboring condo owners were going to turn up to help clean, and discovered a nice little group of them ready to go. That was a relief, since one of my worries had been that no one would show up (I was supposed to put out a pre-cleanup notice by email and forgot; that, too, made me feel down.) I did discover that yesterday was one of the days where I couldn't drink grapefruit juice, which was a shame, since I love the stuff, but by the end of the cleanup, I felt a lot better than I had going to bed Friday night. 

My mood temporarily tanked when I came into the house and found that I'd forgotten to put the lid down on my work laptop; Phillip immediately got on it, and managed to turn on a function that I couldn't turn off, and which made working on the laptop progressively more difficult. I reached the point of screaming at the computer, because doing that prevented me from actually slamming the thing into the floor. I'm not kidding. When I get furious, physical action is something that often happens, and is often the stupidest thing I could do (i.e. tossing everything out of a dresser drawer when I can't find something I want, or physically hitting a piece of machinery that's acting up. It's a serious and dangerously immature habit of which I've never quite broken myself.) Hence the screaming, which damaged nothing except, possibly, my husband's sense of calm. 

All hail, therefore, to 
[personal profile] owlboy , for answering my plaintive cry for help; he correctly ID'd my problem, and led to the brightening of my world. (And since my own laptop is still in the shop, this is even more important.) I told him he deserved a sonnet, but I didn't have the mental wherewithal to write him one. I may yet do it, although I'm not sure whether that's a threat or a promise .... This entry was originally posted at http://kaffyr.dreamwidth.org/673557.html?mode=reply, where there are currently comment count unavailable comments. You can comment there or here, but prefer to read over on DW. You can comment there using open ID if you don't have a DW account.