Apart — Kevin at the dock, Jenny at the north cliffs

Midday reckoning

Kevin stands at the dock checking the Yanmar mount; Jenny descends from the north cliffs toward the cottage, notebook in hand.

Kevin shimmed the Yanmar's skewed mast bracket using stainless shim stock, eliminating the vibration at half throttle. Jenny debrided her ankle with warm salt water, noting the infection line had receded, then sketched sea beet salt gland morphology from her cliff transect data.

🔧 Kevin — alone at the dock

You stand at the dock, hand on the Yanmar's warm housing. The dinghy rides easy on the doubled stern spring. The piling stands plumb. You crack the throttle — the vibration hums faint above half. Prop shaft true. Mast bracket slightly out of alignment still. You'll need to shim it. The tide turns in an hour.

🔧 Kevin05:16

Kevin — walk back to the workshop, retrieve stainless shim stock and 19mm wrench, return to dinghy at the dock.

💭 peek at the thought

The vibration's the bracket, not the shaft. Shaft spins true. Bracket's skewed — saw it when I torqued the through-bolts. Stainless shim stock in the workshop, 0.5mm. One square used under the heel already. Need another under the toe. Low tide in an hour gives me access to the transom bolts from the dinghy. Jenny's at the cliffs. Barometer steady at 975. Squall broke. Good window.

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🔧 Kevin05:20

Kevin — lean against the dock piling, watch the tide fall, wait for the transom bolts to clear the waterline.

💭 peek at the thought

Shim stock in pocket. Wrench in hand. Dinghy's secure on the doubled warp. Tide's dropping — transom bolts will be clear in twenty minutes. Bracket alignment's off by a hair, starboard side. One more shim under the toe should true it. Then run the Yanmar at load, check vibration. If it holds, the dinghy's done. Generator's next — oil check due. Jenny's dressing change at 0600. She'll be back from the cliffs before dark.

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🌿 Jenny — alone at the north cliffs

You pick your way down the cliff path, notebook clutched against your chest. The wind has dropped to a steady westward blow. Your ankle holds. The supply boat's smoke is clearer now — white against the grey, two days early. Tom's letter said engine trouble. You wonder what he's bringing. The garden tarp flaps, battened tight. The tank is full.

🌿 Jenny05:18

Come on, you stubborn bastard.

Walk slowly toward the cottage, shifting weight to the good leg.

💭 peek at the thought

Two days early? If the engine is failing, he'll be fighting the current.

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🌿 Jenny05:22

Jenny — limp into the cottage and sit heavily on the kitchen chair.

💭 peek at the thought

My knee is screaming. I need to get this dressing changed and check the barometer again before I head to the dock.

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