May 12
Written May 11 and 12
Dear Friends and Family,
I
think this diary is "a blog", a term that seems to be falling out of
fashion, thank goodness. Maybe "an editorial". Or,
just "a letter". Mostly it is a writing exercise for me while
Marianne is gone and as I work my way through the last few weeks of a
forty-year career. Retirement looms.
Diary
First, what's been happening lately?
Last weekend we tried our hands at taking pictures of the
"supermoon". Like other photo efforts, this proved
educational. I took several shot of the moon itself and then
tried to find something nearby to form an interesting silhouette.
Not sure it was interesting, but it's there. These are evening
shots since the early morning shooting, 3 am, failed due to
clouds. How unusual. Photo lesson: even a picture of
something big, bright, and round can prove harder than expected.
Around the house, it's yard cleaning time. Winter is actually
a
nice break, but now it's back to replanting all the garden space.
This year, we are trying for minimum work, but all the weeds still need
to go. This weekend I planted things. The potato field was
filled with leftover sprouted spuds from last year. The "veggie"
garden was filled with flowers, mostly. They're easier.
On Sunday, no work is allowed in Germany, not even yard work.
Besides, it was Mother's Day and I needed an excuse for getting out of
the house. My first stop was an art show in Dachsbach, a few
miles away. This is now an annual event for me, and I'm not sure
why. The 13th Century "water tower" castle, where some of the
artist show, is interesting enough, with an imposing facade and some
old farm tools inside, but I don't generally see art I am dying
for. The possible exception is that I also visit the showroom of
our "schreiner" (cabinet-maker?), and get tempted again to have a nice
desk made. His work is Asian-looking, but it also fits with the
local Bavarian farmer style.
After
Dachsbach, I drove over to Schlüsselfeld, one of the larger villages
around. I'd seen that they were having a street market and
wondered if it would be fancier than usual. It wasn't. I
swear these are simply a tradition that has carried over from the
Middle Ages, when household items were sold by traveling merchants who
would visit each "markt" town every few months and sell from horse
carts. The carts are gone, but the rural village feeling remains.
From here, I went back home to our neighborhood "Kellerhaus Kafe" for a
salad lunch and an apple pie dessert. The place was as crowded as
one might imagine on Mother's Day, so I had little chance to chat with
the Hofman's, friends who own the place. Next time I need to
hear about Rosie's recent South American adventure.
Meanwhile, Marianne, our almost-famous house artist, has flown off to
California to celebrate Mother's Day, and Sam's first birthday, next week. Her
flight from Frankfurt to San Francisco was on the new, huge, Airbus
380. The report was mixed. It seems to just be a big
airplane. Maybe we have to wait for the Boeing Dreamliner for
something new. Or not.
While she's traveling, I'm working through the last two months before
retirement. It has been hard getting tasks to do that can match
my fixed departure date, but I have a full plate for the moment. I
still split my time between Erlangen, near home, and Offenbach, where I
stay at the hotel that hosts the work of my favorite artist. In
Offenbach particularly, I enjoy working with people I have worked with
for a decade, struggling to get permission to finish and sell the
safest and potentially most-economical "traditional" nuclear power
plant being designed. We may not have succeeded, but we tried hard.
Looking Back
That introduces the "looking back" part of this blog, about selected
parts of my last years. In light of the 2011 events in Japan at
Fukushima, I have had ample time to reflect on a 42-year career in
commercial nuclear power. The industry grew from almost nothing
in that time and has been reminded a few times of the risk
inherent in design and operation of high-energy, man-made
structures. Objectively, I believe, the industry has provided a stable
and relatively cost-effective source of electricity, and electricity
remains the life blood of modern society. Ultimately, history will
place it all in context, as nations across the world decide how they
will provide electric power to their people.
The other feature of my personal career in the power business has been
moving. I have lived in 15 cities and visited many more.
Twenty years have been spent outside the US. While I have enjoyed
the excitement of new places, I recognize a downside of
rootlessness. Arguably, it strained a marriage to breaking and it
has meant the loss of connection to many friends and family
members. The hardest of this disconnect is clearly with our kids
and their
kids. I see them at most once a year, and that's just not enough
to
remain active in their lives. Email and blogs just don't replace
talking over a cup of coffee at Starbucks.
Looking Forward
Oh well, you pays your money and you takes your chances. We are
now rooted in a foreign country, one where I barely speak the
language. We have a nice house, some local friends, and a no-work
future to plan out of this Bavarian base. What's ahead?
First, we plan, starting with money, a reality of the American 401(k)
world. How exactly does one forecast the cost-of-living for the
next twenty years? We can't forecast our address for five years,
much less anything two, three, or six times farther down the
road. No matter, we've done it and it is what it is.
Perhaps Marianne's pictures will demand the price of "The Scream". They should!
For the foreseeable future, our plan is to travel. We have
scheduled visits to France, Italy, more Germany, and even the US.
We have discussed all of the rest of Europe, not to mention India
(Sid?), Africa, South America, Asia, and Australia (Kim?). Doing
half of what we dream, we will run out of money, so the trick is
picking which half. Stay tuned.
People ask: "Will you stay in Germany forever?" No, not
forever. Sooner or later we need to return home, wherever
specifically that is in America. Probably California.
Probably Monterey, Marianne's roots. Personally, I have been
rootless since early childhood so I'm not sure I have a vote.
When will this happen? Who knows? It makes little sense to
move while we plan to still travel. Besides, selling our
Pommersfelden palace will be difficult, emotionally and
financially. But, some day.
Meanwhile, we focus on travel-planning and on health, the Achilles heal
to any planning by sixty-somethings. Right now we are healthy,
despite ambulance rides in the last few months for both Marianne and
me. However, we look around at contemporaries and recognize that
good health can be fleeting, no matter how well we are doing with the
basics of eating properly and exercising. This consideration will
drive the pace of our travels and other activities for a long time to
come. Let's hope.
So, that's it: what happened last week, the last years, and plans for
the next years. We will check on this prognosis in a few years
and comment.
Until
then, do write if you get a chance. And be prepared for visitors,
in case our wandering takes us to your neighborhood.
John and Marianne.
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