the keeper's cottage · day 573 · morning

A Quiet Stretch

Back at the cottage.

Kevin reinforced the dinghy's bow line and began repointing the cottage foundation to combat the rising tide seepage. Jenny stayed at the cottage, managing her fever and monitoring her swollen ankle while the air pressure continued to drop.

🔧 Kevin13:23

Jenny, the barometer’s tanking. I’m going to repoint the northeast corner before the tide turns. You keep off that ankle—elevate it, stay on the porch.

Grab lime, sand, trowel, and the bucket from the shed. Walk to the northeast corner of the cottage foundation. Scrape out the damp, crumbling mortar with the trowel. Mix lime and sand in the bucket to a stiff paste.

💭 peek at the thought

The barometer’s falling fast—984 and dropping. Wind’s still NE, but if it shifts, we’ll feel it in the timbers. Jenny’s ankle’s flaring again; I saw her favoring it on the path back. I should’ve checked the northeast seep yesterday. Now it’s urgent. Salt’s eating the mortar, and if the surge comes tonight, that corner could go.

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🌿 Jenny13:25

Just don't get the salt water in the mix.

Sit on the porch chair, propping my swollen ankle up on a crate. Open the tin of seeds and trace the edge of a dried bean with my thumb.

💭 peek at the thought

He thinks he can fix the world with mortar and wood wedges while the fever is literally throbbing in my marrow.

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🔧 Kevin13:25

Using tank water. You need that leg higher—grab a cushion from the bed.

Walk back to the cottage. Fill the bucket from the rain tank tap. Carry it to the northeast corner. Set the bucket down. Scrape the last loose mortar from the joint with the trowel. Wet the stone faces with a flick of water from the brush.

💭 peek at the thought

She's right—salt in the mortar means it never sets proper. Need fresh water from the tank, not the bucket I used for the limpets. Her ankle's worse than she's letting on. The crate's too low; she needs it higher than her hip to drain.

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🌿 Jenny13:28

The bed cushion is still damp from yesterday's rain. I'll get the cushion.

Strip the bandage from my ankle, soak the gauze in the seawater bucket, then carefully re-wrap it with fresh cloth. </think>THOUGHT: He's right about the cushion, but the infection needs proper drainage, not more moisture. Grab the cedar-sh

💭 peek at the thought

Tank water's fine for mortar but not for soaking this ankle that's already infected.

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🔧 Kevin13:28

Take the doxycycline with breakfast. Both pills.

Pack the lime-sand mix into the cleaned joint, pressing deep with the trowel tip. Strike the joint flush with the pointing tool. Move down the course, scraping, wetting, filling, striking.

💭 peek at the thought

She's stripping the bandage one-handed, careful. The gauze comes away pink at the edges. She's not showing it, but the swelling's tracked up past the ankle bone now. Seawater soak'll help draw it, but she needs the antibiotics in her, not just on her. The cushion's damp—she'll use her pack folded double. Stubborn.

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🌿 Jenny13:29

Make sure I take them with something solid, not just water.

Open the flour sack—wait, that's compromised—and check the tin of mackerel. I need protein to fight this, but I also need to set the radio properly for tomorrow's contact. Walk to the kitchen, open the pantry, and pull out the corned beef.

💭 peek at the thought

The antibiotics are fighting the infection but I'm running low and he's making me eat pills like they'll fix everything. I need to check if the supply boat coming tomorrow or if I need to start conserving my remaining doses.

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🔧 Kevin13:30

Corned beef and the last of the ship's biscuits in the blue tin. Radio's on the shelf—coax is coiled beside it. Spare aerial wire in the crate if the insulator holds.

Finish the last meter of foundation joint. Brush loose mortar from the stone face. Stand, wipe hands on trousers. Walk to the tank, rinse bucket and trowel. Set them upside down to drain.

💭 peek at the thought

Flour's gone—rat-chewed and wet. She's checking the mackerel tin, but that's empty too. Corned beef's salt-heavy for an infected limb, but protein's protein. She's thinking ahead to the radio contact, practical as ever. The antibiotics tear her stomach empty; she knows this.

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🌿 Jenny13:31

I'm going to check the lines before the tide gets higher.

Limp out to the porch, weight heavy on the good leg. Reach for the dinghy lines to inspect the knots for fraying or surge-wear.

💭 peek at the thought

The pressure is dropping again. If that way hits 980, the dinghy is in trouble and I can't be out on it with a leg like this.

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