Aloha.
A good word to use at this time of year.
It can mean goodbye, as in “goodbye 2025.” And it can mean “hello.” As in “hello and welcome 2026!”
Late in the afternoon on the last day of 2025, we sat on our back deck, looking out over the back yard that still reflects my mother’s selection, placement, and care of plants although she’s been gone over a dozen years, and opened bottle of champagne that cost much more than our regular fare. Unfortunately, it disappointed. It was not up to the standard my memory demanded of this label. It was okay, maybe even good, but not a great bottle. Nevertheless, we persisted!
Then came our big celebratory new year’s eve feast. Reheated Costco ribs, dinner #2 from this container purchased on Monday, along with leftover coleslaw Meda made for dinner on Monday. On the plus side, coleslaw often tastes better after it’s had a chance to age a bit, so perhaps it doesn’t really count as a leftover. We added mashed potatoes, a plate of deviled eggs (which seem to have Kiko’s attention), and a half-bottle of red wine also leftover from the night before.
That kind of sums up things for us. Nothing fancy, but tasty food and enough of it. It was a meal that tickled the frugal bone, you might say.
Meanwhile, the cats were calm because there was little in the way of fireworks in our corner of the island, and even surrounding areas didn’t really heat up until after 9 p.m. But looking at the videos posted online from other parts of Oahu, there really isn’t much evidence that the flow of illegal fireworks into the state has been slowed by highly publicized law enforcement actions, even federal charges.
And it was a fine morning to start the year! I would post my photos from the morning, but my hard drive is busy as I’m backing up the 36,000 or so photos taken last year (2025) in order to start a new 2026 photo collection. Perhaps I’ll come back to it later.