Once again, I have killed my laptop computer with spilled root beer. The MacBook pro was seven years old, surely living on borrowed time. I was determined to keep it going. Not out of sentiment, but because it ran Photoshop Elements #6. My business depends on photos, for paintings and for sale.
I inadvertently upgraded to BigSur OS last year and discovered to my horror that it would not run my antiquated photoshop software. In a panic, I purchased Photoshop Elements #20 and bought the 'for dummies' book. I tried, I really did. Then I called Apple and reverted to the old OS.
My new computer uses the futuristic Photoshop Elements 2021. Another app paid for, another 'for dummies' bought. I have leapfrogged into the future and it is not pretty. What was once so simple is now tortuous.
I considered repairing my old Mac. The technician quoted a minimum of $650. Only the track pad fell victim to the root beer but it is of one piece with the battery and the keyboard. Clever apple.
A few days after its death, I turned on the old laptop. The track pad did not work, but I reasoned maybe a new magic mouse would. I was right! Some files are missing or corrupted, but I can process and print images.
It will take another pandemic for me to untangle the future.