Slowly Falling Apart

This post could be about me, old Speck . . most anything around here but it’s about the old laptop. I know .. I’m just torturing myself because for a year now, I’ve had a “new” laptop that sits unused because, except for falling apart, overheating and stuck keys, I love my old laptop. Seriously, everything in the world is wrong with this one. I’m not sure if I keep using it because, in my old age, I detest change, or because I love that look on Vince’s face when I say “Oh, no! This computer is doing . . (whatever it’s doing)” and he wants to yank it out of my hands and toss it out in the yard. Almost every day he says “You do know that you have a new laptop that you refuse to use!” The new one even has a touch screen and I would probably really love it if I used it.

I know . . when Addie leaves, I’m getting out the new laptop. Accidents seem to happen with laptops and Addie . . that’s how the screen casing on this one got broken.

The latest problem with the old laptop is this nasty little sticky, greasy foot!

Laptop Foot

I reached down a couple of nights ago to pick up the laptop and . . ooohh! This thing came off and it’s greasy, sticky and the kind of stuff that just won’t clean off your hands. When I first felt it, it was under the laptop and I about dropped the whole thing. It felt really gross and I didn’t know what in the world I had stuck my fingers into. Did I ever tell you about when I got my hand stuck in one of those sticky mouse traps? I was afraid to even look at it because I was sure there was a mouse carcass on there with my hand and I was screaming and waiving that trap/my hand around. That’s exactly what it felt like when I touched that greasy, sticky stuff on the laptop. Brought back memories of that mouse trap over 20 years go.

When I realized what it was, I stuck the little foot aside and it’s like it’s magnetized to me. No matter where I reach on the side table, I end up with that little foot attached to my hand, my arm, my sleeve.

I said to Vince “Do I need to keep this thing?” and he said “You know you have a new laptop that you refuse to use, right?” Yes, I know but I’m not quite done with this one. He said “Save the foot and I’ll glue it back on” which means that until Addie leaves, I’ll end up with this sticky, greasy stuff on my hands because it’s all over the bottom of the laptop too.

No . . I’m going to get some WD40 right now and clean the sticky off the laptop and put the foot somewhere that we’ll know where it is (right!) and be done with the sticky, greasy mess!