Betsy Whitt

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Category: Complications (page 2 of 3)

The State of the MacBook

I was so preoccupied with catching up on internet-ish things last night that I never blogged about getting my laptop back. Apparently all they had to do was dust out the fan and, while they were in there, they dusted out the whole interior of my laptop casing. The nice guy who left a message said he found a little piece of paper that had gotten sucked into the fan and was making the noise.

So I picked it up yesterday afternoon and things have been fine and just a few minutes ago THE NOISE STARTED AGAIN!



Hiatus of Undetermined Length

This morning, as I was working, my laptop started emitting a loud and rather alarming noise. It was quite clearly produced by the cooling fan, and although I’d heard a slight noise now and again in the last few weeks, this was worse by far. When it didn’t stop after five minutes, I took it out to Matt (who was reading in the next room, which is, conveniently enough, the Vernon C. Grounds Reading Room) and he said his laptop had been making exactly the same noise, and he’d taken it in and they’d given him a new fan.

He assured me that although the noise sounded like my laptop might either lift off of my desk and go flying around the library ALL BY ITSELF or else explode into a thousand tiny bits, neither of these scenarios was likely, since if the machine overheated it would simply shut off. Apparently Apple is smart like that, making their machines power down before exploding. Go figure.

At any rate, I made an appointment with the lovely Geniuses at our local Apple Store (conveniently located between work and home–have I mentioned how much I like living here?) and took it in this evening. They didn’t even make me wait for diagnostics, since they believed me about the fan and the machine is under warranty. But they have taken my poor MacBook into custody for extended diagnostics to be sure the fan is the only problem, and they will allegedly call me in the next 24-48 hours to let me know what needs to be done. Hopefully, if they have a fan in stock and that’s all that’s wrong, they will call me to tell me I can pick up my laptop and go home happy, but we won’t hold our breaths, will we? We will not.

All of this goes to say that if I am online in the next few days, it will be via Matt’s computer. You should not expect to hear from me often. If you have something you need very urgently to tell me, please give me a call. If you don’t have my phone number, I suppose you might send an email to . I’m fairly sure that one’s still set up to check automatically on Matt’s computer, but be aware that you will be addressing my husband, and at times he is less than stellar at passing along correspondence. It really depends on his schedule, and whether I’m nearby when he gets the message. I just want you to have a realistic view of things if you do feel the need to contact me in that fashion. We good? Good.

I even had an update to write about Bob2 and his glued rocks and watering him and I even took a photo. *sigh* Maybe I’ll be able to steal the computer again tomorrow for long enough to make that happen.

So there you have it. I’ll be carrying my AlphaSmart for the next few days and doing other things that don’t need typing or computers. It will be strange, yes, but undoubtedly worthwhile.

I’ll see you on the other side.


Oops, Sorry for the Blackout

I finished residency, graduated without problems (no slipping and falling onstage for me!), had a lovely dinner with family, and was terribly glad to get to sleep Wednesday night.

Thursday morning, because of a freak traffic jam (no apparent cause for the holdup OR the return to normal driving speeds), we were an hour late getting to the airport. Actually, once we realized we were going to be late we called the airline and sorted things out so that we didn’t even go to the airport at all. They were going to make us pay $400 apiece, but since we’re such fabulous people (by which I mean we were willing to stay in Pittsburgh another night and there was a weather advisory for the airport) they switched us to a crazy early morning flight for free.

So we camped out in a hotel near the airport for the day, which was lovely. Naps were had by all. Television was watched, books were read, and pizza was eaten.

This morning, we almost didn’t get a ride on the airport shuttle because nobody told us yesterday that we had to reserve a spot. Silly hotel people. We asked specifically about the hours the shuttle runs, so they knew we needed to know. But it wasn’t too big a deal, and everything went well until we got onto the plane, where they hadn’t turned on the heat in the cabin yet. Freakin’ frigid. And then some maintenance holdup made us an hour late taking off. Our layover in Minneapolis was schedule to be just about an hour. . . we walked off the plane there four minutes before our connecting flight was supposed to leave the gate.

There was sprinting. There was asking for directions (stupid signs that direct you to trains that are OUT OF ORDER). There was more sprinting. There was asthmatic wheezing. There were missed opportunities to go to the bathroom. But there was also plane-catching.

And then, once the doors were closed and the plane backed away from the gate, we sat out on the tarmac. For another hour. We started to worry that we would make our friend, who was coming to the airport and we had no way of contacting, late for his afternoon class. As it turned out, we had time to hit up the McDonalds drive-thru and got him to class five minutes early, but it was a close thing. Bad traffic would have sunk us.

When we left Pittsburgh this morning, it was about 3 degrees (Fahrenheit). In Minneapolis? Negative 20. BRRRR. I wish they heated the jetways. And in Denver? Almost 60. *blissful sigh* I was made for mild winters. Not for non-winters. Mild ones.

Anyway, we’re back home, we have the dog, I bought some books with some of my Barnes and Noble gift cards, and we restocked the most essential foods. Now, Matt’s making dinner and we’re going to watch a movie and go to bed and, tomorrow, start The New Regime. More on that tomorrow.

Yay! I’m a Master!


There Is No Good Title For This

I’m just poking my head up to assure everyone that I am still alive, just a bit overwhelmed. Last week I buried myself in wrapping, gifting, receiving, opening, and enjoying presents. Also involved there was a determined effort NOT to think about all the things I had to get done between Christmas and the New Year, and then again the things that will need to happen in the four days between the wedding (where I’ll be right after New Year’s) and residency (where I’ll have to teach, defend my thesis, participate in all the normal residency stuff, and graduate).

I actually had two different to do lists (I have no idea if I wrote about them before). One was things that needed to happen before Christmas, and the other was things I didn’t need to worry about until after Christmas. The morning of the 26th, I pulled out the second list, and immediately became depressed. There’s quite a bit to do, even if you don’t throw in the fact that I’m the one in charge of laundry (which, consequently, has not been done in a week and a half), and the apartment is a huge mess, and I really would rather just read the books I got for Christmas than deal with any of it.

Christmas was nice, by the way. Thanks for asking. I hope yours was swell.

Now I have to go ignore my work some more.


Progress Report

All those things I said we’d get done on Friday night? Yeah, not one of them actually got done. They’re all done now, but they weren’t done “on schedule”. But when am I ever right about the schedule?

The washer and dryer are now in the house and working, even though we had to go buy another power cord for the dryer. Who in the world decided that some dryers should have a three-prong plug and others should have a four-prong one, AND THEY COULD BE COMPLETELY INTERCHANGEABLE? No, really. We got the dryer into the house and realized its plug had four prongs, while the socket only had three. I set off to Home Depot to get an adapter or something, and the guy there says, “Yep, no need to do anything except detach the one you have and use this one instead,” and he handed me a $15 power cord. What in the world is that about??? Why can’t we all be friends and use the same plugs?? It’s not even like one company decided to get all uppity and pioneer their own, because they’re all totally interchangeable. They had extras of both types of plug to attach to your dryer of choice. I think it’s a conspiracy because They know we just got rid of a bunch of stuff we never use, and now They want us to restock! Also, They want our money, even if it’s $15 at a time.

Needless to say, we’re hanging onto our four-prong dryer cord just in case where ever we move next has that variety again. What is the world coming to??

At any rate, I’ve finally begun to make a small dent in the pile of laundry we’ve been amassing. More of that will come in the morning.

Pictures have been hung around the house, complete with strategic gaps to keep reminding me that I have picture frames I really need to fill and hang, and I should do that sooner rather than later. So far, it hasn’t been successful, but I’ve been thinking about following through, which is significant progress over the last year or so.

We still do not have the butter dish. (We do, however, have butter. Never fear.)

The vacuum is still at the old apartment. Our floors here are really dirty and I’m trying not to notice.

We got rid of about 100 books last week, and only acquired four in the meantime.

I need to go through about three stacks of mail.

Matt has his Hebrew final tomorrow.

I’ve ruined three batches of candy so far, one a double-batch. I think the thermometer I’ve used in the past is broken, so the first two were lightly burned and the third was undercooked because I pulled it early out of paranoia. In theory, I’ll be trying again in the morning, but I don’t know if I’ll rally that fast after three crushing defeats in such a short time. I’ve got a lot of people to make toffee for, and the last thing I need to be doing is wasting time and ingredients.

I’m really tempted to spend the morning “working” at the local coffee shop, but I have a feeling I’ll just be trying to escape the work I need to do around the house and I won’t actually get anything done there, either. We’ll see how I feel about it in the morning.

I still need to finish those quilts I was working on a few weeks ago. They’re close, but not done yet.

Packing up and then unpacking (for the third time) all the materials I gathered and saved for our wedding scrapbook has brought it to my attention that it has been three and a half years, and still there is no wedding scrapbook anywhere on the horizon. Don’t even try to tell me you’re a better procrastinator than I am. Don’t even try.

I’m wicked tired, so I’m turning in a bit earlier than usual. Ta ta!



The housing issue has been resolved. We looked at an apartment/condo last night and put down a deposit to hold it. It’s about two and a half miles closer to church, and gives Matt a shorter bike commute to school. The space is a little bit bigger than where we are now, it has a garage (detatched, but with a nice bit of extra storage space that will be lovely), lots of closets, a big porch, assigned parking right outside our door — and a handicapped spot right there, which is great for our friends — and we’ll be paying less per month than what we are now. Utilities will be handled a bit differently there, too, so essentially we’ll end up spending about $70 a month less in the new place than if we stay where we are (stupid rent raises). And they don’t even want a pet deposit or extra rent for Shiloh, because they’re probably going to replace the carpets in a few years anyway.

We are, suffice to say, ecstatic. God is good.

And we don’t have to move in right away, which means we won’t be overlapping rent at two places for very long. I expect the first weekend in January will be The Moving Date. Which means I most likely won’t be flying to Houston, but I hope my cousin will understand.

Did I mention I might get to have a deep freezer again? *besotted sigh* I would love to have a freezer.

So with all that happening last night, the quilt didn’t get worked on, especially since I had to make my Amish friendship bread once we got home. But I’m okay with that. There’s tonight for quilting. I’ll make the most of it. Maybe I’ll turn the rest of November into National Quick Quilting Month, and see if I can finish both quilt tops I need so I’ll have all of December to quilt and bind them. Hmmm.

And now, I’m going to work on last-stage revisions on A WARRIOR CHOSEN. Because I’d like to start querying with it as soon as I know what our new address will be.

How are things working out for you?



Housing issues have me frustrated today. It’s most likely not worth it for us to stay in the apartment where we are now, not with the rent increase that’s coming. . . and we thought we had a good prospect for a place to move, but it turns out they’ve already rented it to someone else and it’s been moved into. Sigh. I suppose we were rather non-committal about our interest, but it would have been nice to have been told, at least.

On the up side, I’ve worked on a quilt Sunday and Monday, just a small one, and it’s coming along nicely. I might have the top finished tonight. We’ll see. I feel good about it.

There’s not much else of any interest. I think I’ve decided that my other priorities are going to overtake NaNo from here on out – there’s just too much to do between now and January, especially since I’d like to start submitting my thesis before residency. So I have a pretty solid start on the idea I was pursuing, and I’ll likely add words to it here and there, but it’s been back-burnered.



I need a thesis statement.

Turns out I figured out why I’m having so much trouble with the genre paper, even getting started. . . and it’s because I want to argue one point, but I need to argue another for the purposes of the assignment. And I’ve been trying to figure out how to argue both, but that’s just not practical.

So now the trouble is, I can’t figure out how to word my central argument. And by “I can’t figure out how to word my argument” I mean “I haven’t got a darn clue of anything to say.”

So. Goal for the day: Figure out what I’m defending.


Glitch and Progress

The fall theme I chose doesn’t let me display the links to my website pages other than the blog, which is problematic. I’ll see what I can come up with to fix it in a suitably autumnal fashion.

Also, for those of you who are keeping track, I’ve revised through 76% of the manuscript. You know, except for the bits I still have to write. There are some of those. But woohoo more than 3/4 of the way done! (Sorta.) Woohoo!


No Excuses

I figured out the major malfunction with the novel this week – something I’d identified while we were on the trip, but didn’t have time to fix. It’s been dealt with, though there are still a few things to do to make sure all the plot points have been accounted for. Yesterday I was at The Day Job, but today I’m going to make significant progress if it kills me. So that’s that.

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