I live a life filled with protection and integration systems, 500kv transformers, and substations. This isn’t really the life that I, an English and French major, chose. Well, I guess I did choose it when I decided to marry Hubs, but I had no idea what I was getting into. (This English major just cringed at ending a sentence with a preposition, but sometimes you have to throw caution to the wind.)
Hubs is an electrical engineer. One who is extremely passionate about his work. One who makes stops at substations when we’re on vacation so he can ooh and aah over them and take pictures as well. Yes, on vacation. And yes, pretty much every vacation.
“Private Property — Do Not Enter?” Doesn’t phase him. “No Trespassing?” He figures that doesn’t apply to him — how could you be trespassing when you work in the industry and only want to admire the beauty of the work? Only once was he deterred…and that was only because we heard gunshots as he exited the car onto private property.
Now, I can’t complain too much since once in awhile, a love of power lines has its advantages. Like when you have to go to Kauai to survey the power transmission system, and you get to take your wife with you. And when the power transmission system isn’t accessible by road, you have to charter a helicopter. And you take your wife with you.
But, I was excited to get away from it for a bit. Hubs has been working a ton, and just having a break will be huge for all of us. He’s agreed to be available to his company when there are questions he needs to answer or if an emergency comes up, but not having to talk about outages and wiring diagrams will be nice.
Turns out I was pretty naive thinking we would spend our time talking about history, literature and distant cultures. Thinking that the technical talk would be left Stateside.
Hubs’ family has relatives in Ireland. His parents met them several years ago, and they loved visiting them. We thought it would be a fantastic experience to meet family during the trip, so we reached out to them.
And, what a wonderful response we received! Myron, a cousin, asked if we would stay with them and offered to take us out to the original family homestead. When we received that email, the whole family was excited. The kids couldn’t believe they would be meeting family, and Hubs and I were so touched by the kindness of the emails we received from Myron. He and his wife gave us suggestions of places to see and offered to help with our itinerary if we had questions. It was all going swimmingly well.
Until, I received an excited email from Hubs. It should be noted that Hubs did not participate in these email exchanges at all; he read the emails, but didn’t comment for fear that would mean he would actually have to do some planning.
“Did you read Myron’s email signature?!”
No, I wrote back, I hadn’t. I was too busy reading the actual emails and trying to put the given suggestions into the itinerary. No time to look at the signature.
To which I received this response:
“He he. Look up his company, and his LinkedIn profile. We are going to have a geek fest!”
Are you kidding me?! A relative 4500 miles away who speaks the same language as Hubs?
Emails starting flying between the two as they began to compare notes on their specialties. Suddenly, the key words in the emails changed from “picturesque,” “castles,” and “beaches” to “solar PV,” “off-grid,” and “base-load offset”.
I should have known. You can take the Hubs out of the country, but you can’t take the system protection integration out of the Hubs.
Let the Geek Fest begin.