Gary ~ May 13

 

Cut The Bullshit and WRITE Something (Motherfucker)

 

OK, so I probably didn't need the (Motherfucker) but I like being dramatic, what can I say?

 

If (Motherfucker) is not an appropriate word for the Mazuka, then Marta will email and say she has reservations or concerns about my used of the MF word and of course I'll be more than happy to delete it.

 

Yes, I sorta have an issue with boundaries.  I'm never quite sure whom I am offending, although luckily I have good friends who are perfectly willing to call me on my shit, just as I am totally willing to call them on theirs.

 

God, which brings up Eliza again.

 

I was NOT planning to write about Eliza again, any more than I am planning to write about Saran Wrap EVER again, but Voila! here we are on the topic of Eliza.

 

Well, I have been dilly-dallying to say the least, since getting up at 3 am to drink my early morning cup of Death Wish The World's Stongest Coffee and start pumping out another 750 word rant or rave about who knows what, and here it is, 5:22 am and I have just begun to fight. I mean to write.

 

Yes, I know we're not supposed to go over 500 words, because who wants to read more than 500 words of somebody's musing on this and that, even though those musings can often be HIGHLY insightful and TOTALLY entertaining. That's the way they often land here, anyway.

 

But I have an issue with boundaries, as I have said, and I like bucking authority....Power To The People!....and sticking it to The Man, in small perhaps, but in ways that are meaningful, somehow, to me.

 

A Rebel Without A Cause comes to mind but I am certainly no James Dean and I have no intention of dying young, the way he did.

 

OK, back to Eliza.  The big blowout we had a few weeks ago on Signal, the phone chat app, came about because she posted something to our chat group (something akin to our MM blog group) that I didn't like (I actually completely misunderstood and misinterpreted her intent), and I lashed out at her with a vehemence that surprised a few people with its no-holds-barred vitriol and vinegar.

 

While I am not BLAMING Death Wish The World's Strongest Coffee for my unbridled outbust, there is no doubt in my mind whatsoever, that Death Wish did play at least SOME role in my going totally BONKERS at the slings and arrows that I PERCEIVED Eliza had attacked me with.

 

Well, needless to say, the 6' 2" and very powerful, intense, and formidable Eliza was not about to take any of my bullshit sitting down and launched a counterattack that went straight to the core and we continued to duke it out for several rounds before Patti, our leader and den mother, had to step in and call a halt to the bloody battle and suggest we get together with her and Michael, her spiritual boy toy, for a sorting out session on Zoom, where Eliza and I could Calm The Fuck Down Already! and attempt to resolve our issues.

 

So we met on Zoom, the four of us, and after some heated discussion and some heated soul-searching, I agreed to write a formal apology to Eliza and a few others in the group, like Laurie, who said she was really UPSET by reading our thread and needed to go back to bed, or something like that.

 

So I wrote a big long electronic epistle of apology and posted it to our Signal group and Patti emailed me privately to say that Eliza "LOVED it!" which make both Patti and me very happy, and Michael was very happy to and said so in an email to all of us, and now things are very hunky dory between Eliza and I once more and we are even sending heart emoji's to one another on Signal again, just like the old days.

 

I'm picking Eliza up at the Denver International Airport this Thursday when she flies in for our  4 day POK gathering at the Colorado Chautauqua in Boulder CO and we are going to have lunch while we wait for Sari and Onni to arrive and then we'll all drive to the Chautauqua together in the medium size SUV that I am renting from Enterprise Rent-A-Car.

 

I've got my chauffer's costume all ready to spring on them.  They're gonna love it. 

 

How could they not?