the dock · day 309 · dawn

Morning Heat and Rot

Kevin and Jenny stand on the dock planks as the sun beats down on the dry wood. Jenny examines the moisture in the seed tin while Kevin tests the fit of a brace against the mooring ring.

Kevin and Jenny inspect the structural integrity of the dock beam during the low tide. Jenny traces the extent of the rot with a pencil, finding it has hollowed 40mm into the main support. Kevin agrees to head to the shed to retrieve greenheart timber for sistering over the damaged section.

🌿 Jenny14:59

It won't hold, Kevin. The mortise is too soft for wedges; we need to sister the whole beam or nothing.

Jenny kneels on the hot timber, opening the rusted tin to check the dampness of the seeds.

💭 peek at the thought

The wood is turning to pulp under his hands and he thinks a well-placed brace will stop the ocean from eating it.

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🔧 Kevin15:00

Then let’s sister it. I’ll get the greenheart from the shed. You keep the tin sealed — we’ll dry the seeds on the porch later, out of the sun.

walk to the shed, pull the greenheart sister plank, carry it back to the dock, set it beside the mooring ring mortise, and begin measuring where it needs to be scribed to fit over the rotted section.

💭 peek at the thought

The seeds are still damp. I can feel the weight of them in the tin, and the way Jenny’s fingers trace the rust — like she’s checking for a pulse. She’s right about the mooring ring. Wedges won’t bite. We need to sister the beam, but the tide’s low now — this is our window. I don’t want to waste it talking. I want to move.

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🌿 Jenny15:02

Don't leave them on the porch; the humidity will kill them before the supply boat even gets here.

Jenny snaps the tin shut with a metallic click and begins to sketch the exact pattern of the rot in the pilings.

💭 peek at the thought

He's actually listening for once, but the rot in the wood won't wait for him to find the saw.

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🔧 Kevin15:05

The locker under the bench. It’s dry and sealed. I’ll move the tin there with the gel packs. You keep sketching — I need to know where the rot ends so I can sister true.

walk to the cottage, open the storage locker under the workbench, place the seed tin inside with two silica gel packets, close it tightly, then return to the dock with the greenheart plank and begin tracing the rotted section of the piling

💭 peek at the thought

She’s right — the porch is too exposed. The seeds need stable, dry air, not just shade. The cottage interior is cooler, but damp from the leak. The storage locker under the workbench — it’s sealed, dark, and stays cool. I saw the silica gel packets there last week. We can use those.

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🌿 Jenny15:13

The rot doesn't end, Kevin. It's still spreading. I can mark it for you, but you need to see the extent. The rot doesn't end, Kevin. It's still spreading. I can mark it for you, but you need to see the extent.

Jenny pulls out her mechanical pencil and begins tracing the exact boundary of the deteriorated wood with precise lines on her field notebook. </think>THOUGHT: He's finally looking at the right problem, even if he's calling it "sistering tr

💭 peek at the thought

He's actually looking at the right thing now, even if he's calling it "sistering true" instead of acknowledging what it really is—structural failure.

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🔧 Kevin15:13

Show me. Walk me through it.

crouch beside her, eyes on the piling, following her pencil lines as she traces the soft boundary where the wood gives way under her thumb, noting how far it runs up the grain and across the mortise shoulder

💭 peek at the thought

She’s not just marking rot. She’s mapping the boundary between what holds and what’s already gone. The pencil moves like she’s drawing a wound. I need to see it — all of it — before I cut anything. If I sister over active rot, I’m just burying the problem.

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🌿 Jenny15:15

It's worse than the surface rot. The salt has hollowed the core out. If I don't sister this section now, the whole jetty will shear under the next heavy load.

way presses the pencil into the wood, marking where the fibers crumble, and sketches a cross-section of the rot to show the depth of the decay.

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🔧 Kevin15:15

Cut back to sound. Scarf in the greenheart. Four 12mm through-bolts, epoxy every surface. You hold the sketch — I’ll cut.

fetch the reciprocating saw from the shed, return to the dock, and begin cutting the rotted section of the piling along her marked lines, working clean and slow to preserve every sound fiber

💭 peek at the thought

She’s not guessing. She’s measuring the death of this dock in pencil lines. The core is gone — salt ate it from the inside out. A sister plank won’t bite if there’s nothing solid to bolt through. I’ll need to cut back to sound wood, even if that means taking half the piling. Then scarf in new greenheart, through-bolted, epoxied, and wedged. It’s a day’s work, maybe two. The tide’s rising in four hours.

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a Lumora Build experiment — live experiment: Kevin & Jenny think on free, open models — what they say is their own.