Despite precautions, when I crawl into bed I feel the prickle of tiny glass fibers on my naked skin. I mingle with Hello World, we become one flesh.
Hello World is more than my production platform, transport and home. The ‘boat as planet’ analogy is especially relevant – if my boat’s messed up, I might die.
Do I mythologize when I say it’s a cinch for me to feel her presence? Like me, she is made of star stuff. A lot of energy and intention went into her design and manufacture. In her 31 years of existence she’s been a facilitator of much joy and excitement for the Vigland family. She’s been cared for with pride and guiltily neglected. Now she’s collaborating with a mad genius and his wild tribe on a world saving Search for Sustainable Civilizations.
When during this sequence of events did sentience arise? Is she alive and deserving of love only because I’ll be counting on her?
It’s fun to wonder about. What I can report first hand is our rapport, especially when sailing. She moves with and speaks to me, she is aware and involved.
Mere cybernetic transference? Advanced visualization technique? Dan smiles….
What does all this have to do with today’s progress report? The fiberglass work is stretching because this boat is a being. I have to do my best by her. Attend, please.
When hatching hulls, the standard procedure is to cut a hole and screw the hatch on. That’s not for me. The Viking hatch I bought from Murrays doesn’t mate well with the surface of the hull and removing structure compromises Hello World’s strength and integrity.
My solution is to create a ring of new structure around the hatch hole and build up the hull surface for a nearly perfect fit. This manuever made an afternoon’s project into 4 days!
Love keeps Serenity in the air says Malcolm Reynolds. I’m so down with that. Knowing I gave Hello World my best attention will keep me grinning when we’re miles from shore and a crazy wind is howling. I’ll remember that I loved her enough to take the time, and she’ll fly true.