To take stock of
To catalogue the things in your life
This is my job right now, I am taking stock of all the shelf stable food that we’re going to leave behind for Crew IV which will start up in August. One of the most important things on the mission has been the food and the amazing things that the crew members have been able to do with it. Allen’s Kingal is still one of my favorite things that we’ve made and Zak’s red beans and rice have me subconsciously calling him Uncle Ben (which is weird because I actually have an Uncle Ben who lived in Louisiana and has never made me red beans and rice). Neil’s Chicken Carbonara was amazing and second only Joce’s Chicken Paprika with dumplings. Martha even did what my vegetarian brothers couldn’t and made spiced chickpeas and alugobi that I could NOT stop eating.
We’re putting together a cook book, and I have quite a few recipes that I still need to write up to put into it. I’ve never made a cook book but I feel like its going to read a lot like a regular book; I’ll be seeing “empanadas” but thinking of Christmas in a dome, missing one family and enjoying another.
I’ve also been taking stock of the sensors, motors and other parts I’ve ordered. Some of them stay behind, some are mine, and some I get to borrow to finish my projects back on Earth. Each part a piece of a dream, a fanciful thought, a project. Cleaning water with sand, teaching a garden to tend itself and imbuing an amalgamation of parts, motors and sensors with a sense of exploration. As is so often the case with dreams some seemed to materialize on their own, some are dragged kicking and screaming into the physical realm, and some I just couldn’t spend enough time in the clouds to coax them down to Earth.
“Now Sophie,” the Subtly Insightful Reader intuits, “surely this talk of dreams cannot just relate to servo motors, ultrasonic rangefinders, and accelerometers. You may build robots but you aren’t one.”
Well SIR, you obviously don’t know about my plans for SophBot 2000, however, that doesn’t make you any less right. I have said before that we here are all parts of a whole; its almost impossible to live only for yourself here in the dome. And like my garden sensors and Cave Crawler wheels sometimes the plans made for the parts don’t work out right away and the design needs to be changed.
The wiring diagram for this crew has had its fair share of revisions but the components have all been the same, constantly reintegrated as some systems fade and others rise. And through it all the is the hum of gears meshing, turning, and bringing each other to new revolutions.
HI-SEAS Crew III: An electrical schematic in constant flux built on the foundation of dome-cooked love and respect. Metaphors meet the blender of thine doom!
Basically, despite being confined to a dome none of us have stayed still very well.
May the sun be bright that thine batteries charge quickly
May the breeze be cool that your space suits stay chilly
And may your dome, or home, be as full of great people as mine is!