“Of course it hurts, it’s a spanking. How else would it work?”
Yesterday, when I rebooted the crazed machine, a new problem appeared. I kept getting a box wanting the password for something saved in the keychain. I’d cancel and another box would appear. Every password I could think of wasn’t the right one. I used my iPad to look for help but no suggestions worked. I finally opened in safe mode and read my mail but couldn’t do much else. I shut the machine down and rebooted too many times to count, but the same damn box kept appearing, and I kept putting in passwords I’d tried before which didn’t work. On one such attempt, the box disappeared and didn’t reappear. Horns blew, confetti fell, bands played and I was crowned queen with a tiara and a sash reading Miss MAC of 2015.
Today is dreary. The air is damp and cold. It’s a day to stay inside cozy and warm. I am just about better. The quarantine signs can come down. My neighbor dropped by yesterday to make sure I was okay as he hadn’t seen me. I assured him I was on the happy road to recovery.
My mother never liked to spank us. That privilege she reserved for my father. The infrequent times she did we had to pretend it hurt, but it really never did. She finally caught on and her tactics changed. She’d throw things at us. We could duck, but that didn’t stop her. She had a tactic for that too. After she’d thrown the slipper and missed, she’d tell whichever of us was the target to bring the slipper back. We knew she’d use the slipper on us if we brought it back. It was for us a no win situation. Bring it back and get hit or not bring it back and get it worse later. We usually brought it back. Luckily she wore soft slippers.
Spanking wasn’t really the main punishment in our house. We were usually sentenced to solitary confinement in our bedrooms, a punishment I loved. Spanking was reserved for the worst offenses. “I’m telling your father,” was always the bad omen. He was the ogre. The afternoon always stretched forever then he’d come home. Sometimes my mother never told him, and we could breathe again. Other times she was so angry she told him and I swear she always embellished the story. He never spanked us so long after the incident, but he did find ways to punish us, usually taking away something we loved or grounding us so we’d miss something we had been looking forward to. I always preferred my mother and her slipper.
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October 25, 2015 at 12:37 pm
Do a Google search for an app called keychain repair. The newer operating systems may have that built into the software. Someone has had that problem before and has probably posted something about how to fix it somewhere in cyberspace.
My dad was also the one who spanked us when I was a kid. Usually I could out run him and avoid the belt. My mother would just say, ‘just you wait until your father comes home’, which had very little effect on us.
Corporal punishment has very little effect on the kid’s behavior but makes the parent feel good for ten seconds and then feeling guilty for an hour.
October 25, 2015 at 12:44 pm
Bob,
I have the most up-to-date operating system: El Capitan. Keychain is part of the utilities folder. I did do a Google search, and nothing worked. The circle rainbow wouldn’t let me do anything suggested. I tried deleting but couldn’t. There is a repair tool, but that damn cycle wouldn’t let me get to it. I solved the problem, and I have no idea how.
My Dad used his hand, never his belt, but he seldom spanked us. The promised event struck fear into us and we’d toe the line. We would never run from my Dad. That would have added to the problem.
That’s true about parental guilt!
October 25, 2015 at 3:10 pm
I’m glad you fixed your problem. Not knowing what fixed the problem is the most maddening thing. Hope it doesn’t happen again because you won’t know how to fix it. 🙂
October 25, 2015 at 5:20 pm
Bob,
I figure playing around the same as I did might help. I figure I can’t have a problem that someone hasn’t already had and probably solved.
October 25, 2015 at 1:17 pm
Hi Kat,
I’m still using whatever operating system came before Yosemite. It’s so far back now, I can’t remember. Mountain Lion? Some cat or other.
My mother used a tool to whack us with. It was usually a wire coat hanger as that is what was most readily to hand. Sometimes it was a hairbrush or a wooden spoon. None of them ever hurt. She would come after us and we would run the circuit from the living room to the dining room to the kitchen to the hall to living room again and again. Laughing. Finally we’d run around the dining room table thus letting her corner us and give us our just desserts.
If the magic words, “Wait till your father gets home” were uttered, it was going to be serious. My father didn’t hit us in cold blood. He would use some other punishment like grounding or additional chores.
But there would be lecturing.
Sometimes that was worse.
It’s cool and raw here. The weather widget this morning was showing a sun icon with rain falling out of it. My windows were showing cloudy and damp with black walnuts as the only precipitation happening. The weather widget has since updated itself.
I think it’s clam chowder weather.
Enjoy the day.
October 25, 2015 at 2:13 pm
Hi Caryn,
I haven’t any problems with any of the operating systems I’ve uploaded in the past. I think this was my problem, not MAC’s.
My father was a pointer. I swear I have an indentation on the top of my chest froths pointing. I suspect we all do. It was to punctuate his lecturing.
Cold and raw here as well. I’m watching the football game, and they said it has rained on and off all morning there in Foxborough. It feels as if it will here too.
Beef barley weather here-homemade I got yesterday.
Stay warm!!
October 25, 2015 at 2:00 pm
My mother never hesitated to spank anyone and the older we were the harder she hit and I’m pretty sure she enjoyed it. She stopped when she realised we would hit her back if she tried something.
Very nice weather here today and I enjoyed it in between naps when we were out walking. Today the moon was giant when it rose above the horizon, I only had one of the older cameras with me but I hope I managed to get a good photo of it all.
Have a great day!
Christer.
October 25, 2015 at 2:26 pm
Christer,
My mother never hurt either, but we always pretended she did. Soon enough we were too old to hit.
I haven’t yet had a nap today yet as I’m watching the New England Patriots play football. Because I did errands and laundry today, I’m tired so I’m doing nothing most of the day. I’ll just bring u my laundry from yesterday.
Have a great evening!
October 25, 2015 at 7:59 pm
Kat,
Glad you and your computer are feeling better. I can only remember my mom spanking me once– with the words, “This hurts me, more than it hurts you”. I never believed it. My sister was the crazed sister dearest. She was the one to hurt me if I didn’t do things just right. And she was my babysitter.
What cat do you use on your Mac? I’m running on 10.6.8, and having some problems with Safari. It won’t let me go full screen to play any games.
It’s almost time for another nap.
Take care,
Lori and her Crew
October 25, 2015 at 8:25 pm
Lori,
I’m no longer cursing at my machine. It was a nah nah nah nah moment for me.
Neither of my parents ever said that knowing I figure I wouldn’t believe them anyway.
I am no longer running a cat but El Capitan, the newest operating system. I haven’t yet familiarized myself with all of it yet but I do like being able to have two screens up at once.
Have a wonderful evening,
Kat and the kids