Life Advice From Jerry Seinfeld

Here is your daily photo of the honeymooners (do you think of Jackie Gleason and Art Carney every time I use that word?) and it may be the last one I post because they are coming home tomorrow. Today they went to view art and look at the Voodoo Museum because why wouldn't you? Believe it or not, there is more to do in New Orleans than eat, although if that is all you did in New Orleans it would not be a bad trip at all. 

Of course, I'm the woman who looks back at getting Covid in Roseland as a dreamy vacation. 

Speaking of eating, Liz Sparks texted me early in the week to ask if I thought I could meet her for lunch today and I told her I thought I could and I did. We got together at a Asian Fusion place called Masa and I enjoyed our meal a lot but I enjoyed being with Liz more. She has been through it in the past few months. I know I've talked about this but after taking care of her elderly parents for years, they both recently died within a month or so of each other. She's been expecting this for years but that does not lessen the shock to the system when a parent dies, much less two. She's had so much on her shoulders including getting them into care, going through and emptying their house, and taking care of them when they went through several illnesses and falls in the last few months. And now that most of the work is done (but not all!) and her parents are gone, her world looks and feels completely different. 
So Liz is about to do what Liz does and that is to go on a good paddling trip, this one down the Suwannee River with two friends. They will camp and kayak and be outside in one of the most beautiful places in Florida. 
Yes. There really is a Suwannee River and it really is gorgeous. The weather will be chilly but perfect. Clear skies, no mosquitoes, just sky and water and trees and critters. I think this is exactly what she needs. 

It was really good to see her. She was at the wedding and we talked a lot then but you know- there was a lot going on around us. Today we sat and ate our coconut Thai soup and our green tofu curry and talked and talked and talked. 
One of the things we talked about was the age-old problem of what to do with things that were quite meaningful to someone after they have died. Liz told me that her parents traveled a lot and her mother would make huge albums with pictures and notes of each and every trip. So she has all of these albums now and has no idea what she should do with them. 
I told her about something I'd heard just the other day that is helping me to see things that I'm holding on to for emotional reasons in a different light. Believe it or not, this wisdom came from a clip of a Jerry Seinfeld (not my favorite comedian) stand-up act and in it he was talking about just this subject. He pointed out that everything eventually is going to end up as garbage and in the land fill. All the things we buy and think we'll love and then don't love or use, are going to eventually go into boxes that are stored away in closets and garages, never to be looked at again until finally, one day, someone has the guts to just throw the things out and deliver them to their inevitable fate. 
This may not be exactly how the bit went but you get the picture. I take it that Seinfeld is a person who really does not want clutter around him and he is ruthless in getting rid of it. Of course he does have over one hundred and fifty cars and is referred to as a "Porsche fetishist" so perhaps his advice is more comedy fodder than it is life advice. 
Still, it has helped me. Eventually so much of what I have around me is going to end up in the trash. That's all there is to it. Oh, these things may get a little use or appreciation from family or whoever buys them at a thrift store (where many of them came from to begin with), but in the end- landfill. Burn pile. Whatever. Let's face it- I do not own the Mona Lisa. 
I am in possession, though, of many of my family pictures but only through default after my mother's death. Not one of my three brothers wants them and I've held on to them because...FAMILY HEIRLOOMS! but I'll never, ever look at them because they are pictures of a desperately dysfunctional and unhappy family and who wants that reminder? 
Gonna throw those damn things away. Next time Mr. Moon lights the burn pile, I'm going to toss them on it. 

The man is off to another basketball game. He spent all of today working at Moon Plaza. He came home, took a shower, changed into his going-to-a-basketball-game clothes, kissed me and drove off into the night. I've washed the sheets and put them back on the bed, tucking them in so tightly. It's supposed to get down to 55 degrees tonight which is, as you know, quite chilly for us. I've made my own martini and am enjoying that. I'll be eating leftover black bean soup for my supper and it will be even better than it was last night and it was pretty fine then. 

I really do not want to talk about the Insane Clown Posse that the Orange Intestine has picked out for his Cabinet. It would appear that the main qualification for his chosen ones is that they have been accused of some sort of horrid sexual misconduct. That and their complete lack of any knowledge or expertise about the departments they've been tapped to head. 
In other words, people just like him. Who have also gotten on their knees to...

I won't go there. Probably the martini talking. 

Anyway, tomorrow will be a new day with a new circus act. Meanwhile, here we are. 

And that's the news tonight. 

Happy Friday, y'all. 

Love...Ms. Moon

P.S. Here's the whole bit of the Seinfeld thing. It won't have you rolling in the aisles but there is some humorous wisdom to be found within it.