A Misspent Saturday Night

I think there is something wrong with me. I never give up. I am like the head on the ground in Monty Python and the Holy Grail who yells at the knight who has beheaded him, “Come back and fight like a man!”

Saturday night I discovered my coral beaded choker had my favorite gold necklace in a stranglehold. I was thrilled to find the misplaced piece of jewelry and horrified at how their fine chains had knotted together.

At around 8:00 PM, I began picking the delicate balls of gold apart, believing it would only take a few minutes. The plan was to watch a movie on Pay-Per-View. As the minutes turned into hours, my husband watched Papillon while I continued to struggle. By the way, that soundtrack is the most repetitive and irritating ever!

By 10:45, I was still untangling the gold mess when my husband announced that he would finish watching Saturday Night Live up in our bedroom.

At 12:10, I finally yelled, “Screw you, stupid chains! I will have you melted down instead. I wasted my whole Saturday night because of you two!” My index finger and thumb were raw and I wondered if there was any benefit from absorbing gold through the skin. “It’s probably toxic,” I thought.

Sunday morning, I woke with a pang remembering my misspent Saturday night. After walking into the kitchen, I glared at the fighting chains and sat down for one last try. In less than 15 minutes, they slid apart. “Woohoo!” The gold one was broken in a couple of places. I could have cut it, saving some time. Oh well.

How much time did that take me? Close to four and a half hours! That is ridiculous! And yet I saved one of the chains, so I guess it was worth it. But who else would do that? I never give up even when I should.

Persistence and determination are great qualities to have if you are a writer like me, but not so much in other occupations.

It occurred to me that I would make a terrible emergency room doctor. If a patient flat-lined, it might take days before I would “call it” and check for the time of death.

Forget about extreme fishing like Deadliest Catch since I would be the one saying, “The hurricane is really not that bad. 5 more minutes; just 5 more minutes…”

No one would ever see me again if I became a deep-sea treasure hunter. I would believe the amazing cache would be found the next time I dive – right after lunch, tomorrow, or the next day…

“Persistence and determination alone are omnipotent”

After writing this, I ate dinner at a Chinese restaurant. Look at what my fortune said. Can you believe it? What the heck does it mean?

As a writer, I will continue to forge “ahead,” never give up, and pray that I am not drop-kicked!

When do you cut your losses?

Photos by Susie Lindau

 

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  1. Hahahaha! I’ve actually done that with the chains thing, Susie! (Love John’s response … grasshopper … lol) Too funny! Enjoy your day! 🙂

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  2. Susie I don’t have a chain but boy oh boy my ipod headphones! – hours and hours untangling them. Perenially catching rucksack straps on door handles, arm rests, gear sticks – this may be worth exploring! Brill post as always.

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    1. Thanks Jim! That sounds painful! I am glad that you can relate. I am going to find something to hang them on, so this doesn’t happen again! I value my Saturday nights!

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    1. That is true and that glimmer of hope keeps us moving forward!
      I often think life would be so much easier if we were clairvoyant, but that would mean we would see the nasty stuff ahead too and I would rather not know…..
      Thanks Heather!

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  3. Sometimes I envy your Husband! You were trying to untangle gold chain & your husband was able to watch TV peacefully!!? At my place, if gold chains fail to untangle under a minute, then at the stroke of a minute it becomes my assignment. If my fingers fails to to do the job in next couple of minutes I resort to pliers & similar tools. The end usually not a pleasant one as it involves a visit to a jeweler and to get a free repair, end up buying something new!

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    1. Hahaha! That’s part of my problem. I would never ask Danny to take over. I considered taking it to a jeweler, but I kept thinking…5 more minutes….just 5 more minutes…….just 5 more……
      Gee, I would go to the jeweler if it meant buying something new. I might even throw all my chains together in hopes of them tangling!
      Thanks Yatin! You crack me up… 🙂

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  4. Think about it…they are “omnipotent”; that means “all powerful”. They took you away from everything and ran your life for a bit! They were, indeed, all powerful.
    I also had those traits to an extensive amount – until the stroke. I don’t recommend that solution. Mine was OCD – so, when the stroke reset my brain – voila! Very much reduced, mostly to normal. The only thing I still see it in is playing my new Wizard’s game. I lose time there! (or is it thyme? hmm. – no, still have thyme, must be time). Seriously, sometimes, I think, you have to make that extreme effort on the very small things (importance-wise) and force yourself (I know it is a force) to walk away. I am not sure that four-and-a-half hours to try and save 2 gold chains is really a waste. Now, I would do it spread over several movies (next time, though, use a needle – it will help).
    Scott

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    1. I thought about the needle, but I didn’t want to stop to go get one! I know…. 🙂 Those chains were powerful, but I defeated them in the end. Mwahahaha! ……I am okay now…….
      Thanks Scott!

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  5. HOWLING over this one, Susie.

    Here’s how I self-destructed on an RWA Regional contest entry last year.
    I’d already entered The Tara.

    Next up? The MOLLY (from your neck of the woods). Just eleven additional pages. Already written. And, a synopsis. Even for a Synopsophobic (Moi!), two weeks seemed a life-time to write a good one. So, I took two weeks to write it.

    I came home from Starbucks at 6:00 p.m. with the completed synopsis, had only had to add the additional pages to The TARA entry, complete the entry form and pay.

    That’s when I decided it would be really impressive if I created section headers, so I could separate the Synopsis and Manuscript within the same .rtf file. That exercise became my gold chains. I kept bungling the format, could not get the headers to show properly. Would it make a difference to the judges? Um. No. The score-sheet showed no boxes for “tidy headers.”

    It was 11:26 Mountain time and 12:26 a.m. Central when I got those headers to work! Woot! Quick copy and pasted, and…

    I’d miscalculated. The stop point for my “hook” placed me four pages over the maximum. I had twenty minutes cut from the middle, to complete the form, to pay HODRW the entry fee. I made it at 11:59 Mountain time. When I reread my submission the next day, I found syntax errors (thanks to cuts), sentences to nowhere (thanks to cuts). Somehow, I managed to pass the semi-final round. I’m sure it was the headers.

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  6. I would not be on any damn boat and that chain would have been cut in 2 seconds.. No patience and the music from SNF would have driven me wild and I owuld have been glued to the set hahahah
    HUGGGGGGGGGGGG

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  7. You have more patience than I do because I had a necklace with a knot, left it and continue to wear it. I usually steer clear of things that are not in my talent pool, like plumbing, major landscaping, using power tools, etc. Have a Great Day:)

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  8. That coral choker is lovely! If you want to waste more time, you can take a shot at soldering the broken chain back together.

    Oh and I never cut my losses. I can’t wait to be omnipotent! 😉

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    1. Oh! Great idea! I have one of those soldering irons from when I made stain glass. I will heat that sucker up!
      I am waiting to be omnipotent too. Anytime now………………….
      Thanks Natasiarose!

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  9. Ohhh not the dreaded tangled chains! You are a CHAMP. I would have given up after maybe 45 minutes. (Especially for SNL.) But you’re right that determination is a wonderful quality for a writer!

    I guess it’s safe to say I cut my losses when the TV show is good enough. 😉

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  10. Oh So get you on this one..if i add up all the hours i have spent doing all these works like opening the knotts,rope,chains it will make atleast a year or so…i just dont give up and if someone forces me to give it up then i keep thinking about it in bed till next day i am fighting with it again…
    hilarious post Susie 🙂

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  11. I would totally spend 4 1/2 hours untangling those necklaces! I’m sure your determination has paid off in myriad ways. It’s all in how you look at it ~ now you’ve got your pretty necklace back and that pesky gold chain will never choke it again.

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  12. I applaud your persistence, but I would have spent 15 minutes trying to untangle, then 4 hours and 15 minutes whining about being the architect of this disaster, followed with hating myself forever for lousing up my necklaces. That’s why only the jewelry I ever wear is a watch with a leather strap. I can handle that.

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  13. Persistence is great! Unfortunately I maintain mine only up until my frustration kicks in. I ended up hulking out on two of my interlocked necklaces just a few weeks ago. Only one made it out alive. That is the worst!

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  14. I hate it when I look up at the clock and realize how much time I wasted on something so irrelevant. That said, I think I would have broken the chains and enjoyed the movie!

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  15. I’d still be sitting there trying to untangle the necklaces, too. It’s a control thing. Gold chains will not get the better of me. I will conquer!

    Other things however, I give up way too easily. Like decorating gingerbread people at Christmastime. I’ll spend a few long agonizing minutes making a few perfectly decorated couples, but then I’ll resort to just adding some eyes and a smile and calling it a day. Who cares what they look like, right?

    I’m glad you were able to salvage one chain for your efforts. And if I’m ever in need of resuscitating, I’m calling you!

    Patricia Rickrode
    w/a Jansen Schmidt

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    1. Hahaha! I am laughing Patricia! I used to push the gills of my guppies in and out to keep them alive when they were dying! 🙂 It is weird what I “let go” and what I decide to spend time on… Thanks Patricia! I hope you never need my perseverance!

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  16. My husband would’ve taken the necklaces away from me–only because he loves that kind of challenge!

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