2025 was a year filled with challenges and
frustrations, yet with progress on the personal front.
January was a particularly difficult
month. First, the inauguration of Donald
Trump and his immediate implementation of Project 2025, which he said he knew
nothing of and would never put into action.
As usual, Trump lied and while his lackeys help carry out his perverted
agenda, his supporters are either pleased with the turn of events or clueless
as to the implications, as those of us with historical knowledge witness the
rise of fascism in the United States.
Second, our furnace died during a cold snap. This necessitated an expensive
replacement. The flip-side is that our natural
gas usage has dropped as the new heater is far more efficient. It’s also quieter. Third, we encountered some major plumbing
issues with our bathroom which required cutting into the living room ceiling to
address. This was not only disfiguring
to the ceiling, but it was also expensive.
The good news is that the bathroom is now in the best condition it’s
been in since we bought our house in 2008.

The new bathtub drain as seen from the living room. The hole has since been patched.
Later in the year, we also decided on
something we’d been putting off for years: getting the ductwork cleaned. Having peered into the vents and cold air
returns, I knew they hadn’t been cleaned recently – it’s possible they were
never cleaned from the time the house was built in 1941. The before and after
difference was striking not just in the reduction of dust, but in furnace
efficiency. My sinuses appreciated the
change as well.
In February, Daniel and I were able to get
away from the toxic atmosphere of the United States for a
week in Spain, a country which survived nearly 40 years of
fascism. The trip was memorable enough
that it inspired a new composition.
Outside Sagrada Familia
In March, we returned to Daniel’s native Puerto Rico for
the first time since 2013. It was a
lovely trip and, in many ways, was like stepping back in time. We visited three shopping malls while there,
and all three places were busy and cheerful as if we’d suddenly found ourselves
in the 1980s.
A few snaps from Daniel's hometown, Aguadilla.
The food court of Plaza Las Américas Mall.
Our summer was fairly uneventful until
September, when we took a quick trip to Minnesota to spend a weekend at the Mall of America. As with the malls in Puerto Rico, the MoA was
active and entertaining – although we didn’t wind up buying much.
At the Museum of Illusions in the Mall of America.
November marked some interesting
developments. Trump and the GOP lost
nearly every election. Although it was
an off-year election and the impact was minimal, it’s a hopeful harbinger for
2026. While on vacation in Palm Springs, we
learned that the Supreme Court had rejected the appeal from that lunatic, Kim
Davis, meaning marriage equality is safe – at least
for now.
Some snaps from our time in Palm Springs.
Throughout the year, our dog Brownie
continued to mature and mellow. He still
has his zoomie moments and suffers from separation anxiety. But several trips to Camp Bow Wow have shown
him to be very well-socialized.
Our Brownie...
We attended too many concerts to recount
individually. The most interesting ones
are recounted in this blog. My purchases
of recorded music slowed to a crawl, in part thanks to the downsizing of Sony
Classical – a mere shadow of what was once a formidable label. I’ll have more thoughts on that in a future
post.
The greatest highlight of this year was making
contact, thanks to my brother Robert, with our uncle John – who, to the best of
my knowledge, I’d never met. John, a
former Naval officer, is the last surviving member from my father’s generation
of the family and has been a font of information on our history. He’s also an utterly charming gentleman and a
delight to spend time with.
With my brother Rob and our uncle John.
John in his Navy days.
He eventually rose to the rank of Lieutenant Commander
I continued the quest I began in earnest in
2021: getting myself into better shape.
After initially hitting a plateau, my weight is once again headed in the
right direction – downward. In November
my doctor gave me a clean bill of health: vitals, blood work, all where they
should be, although he advised me to try and lose those last 15 pounds.
Despite the good health news, I did something
this year I’ve wanted to get done for quite some time: making my final
arrangements. The helpful staff at Lakeview Cemetery made
everything easy: I’ll be cremated and my ashes placed there near my mother’s
grave. I’ve even purchased a headstone.
Planning one's own interment may seem heavy. But it was a pleasure to work with Lakeview Cemetery Memorial Advisor (and fellow Brush High School alum) Petronilla Ragland.
When I tell people about about making my final arrangements, I get the
oddest reactions. But I have a realistic
and unsentimental view of death: it’s the one thing that we all have in common.
From personal experience I know what
it’s like when a loved one dies unexpectedly.
The survivors find themselves having to make decisions about which they
may have varying degrees of confidence.
Did their loved one want this, or another alternative? Embalming or cremation? A formal funeral service or an informal
celebration of life? What kind of
burial? What kind of marker did they
want? What, if any, religious
symbols? Last, but not least: How to pay
for it? By making these decisions myself
and paying in advance, I’ve relieved my loved ones of the burden of making
those decisions, and of the cost.
Further, I have some control over the process while I’m alive – and the
legality of what I’ve stipulated will remain in force after I’m dead. Naturally, I hope the need to carry out these
plans won’t come for quite some time.
See you around in 2026.