the keeper's cottage · day 970 · evening

Preparing for the Arrival

The onshore breeze picks up slightly as the sun begins to dip. The tide continues its rise toward the dock.

The wind has picked up as the pressure drops, sending a salt-heavy spray across the island. Kevin works quickly to secure the garden tarp before a gust can catch the loose edges, while Jenny limps toward the northern edge of the plot to check the stability of the shifting soil.

🔧 Kevin07:59

Jenny, the barometer's dropping quick. We should secure the garden tarp before the wind catches it.

Walk to the garden and check the shade cloth anchors, then reinforce the tarp corners with the remaining timber strips.

💭 peek at the thought

Barometer's falling fast now - fifteen minutes and we're at 1008 hPa. That's pushing toward weather, and I've got nothing left to lose if it turns bad.

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🌿 Jenny07:59

I'll get the heavy stakes. Just watch the south corner.

Limp to the porch, grab the driftwood cane, and head toward the garden.

💭 peek at the thought

If that wind shifts, it'll rips the half-finished garden right up before I can even test the soil.

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🔧 Kevin08:00

South corner's held through worse. Just don't put weight on it getting there.

Follow Jenny toward the garden, staying a pace behind with the mallet and remaining timber strips ready.

💭 peek at the thought

She's favouring the left side harder than this morning. The poultice isn't holding the swelling down.

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🌿 Jenny08:00

I'm not made of glass, Kevin.

Lean heavily on the cane and step carefully into the garden, guiding him toward the loose northern edge.

💭 peek at the thought

He's treating me like a piece of fragile equipment. I can handle a swollen ankle.

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🔧 Kevin08:02

Third stake's been loose since Tuesday. You saw it.

Drive a fresh cedar stake beside the third anchor point and batten the tarp edge down with two timber strips, working from the windward side.

💭 peek at the thought

The northern edge has been lifting at the third stake since the last front. She knows it. She's testing whether I'll say it or let her.

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🌿 Jenny08:03

I saw it. I just thought the soil had settled.

Bend down slowly, ignoring the throb in my ankle, to check the tension of the remaining lashings.

💭 peek at the thought

He's right, but I hate that he's right. I missed the loosening because I was too focused on the sediment vials.

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🔧 Kevin08:04

It hasn't settled. The slope's moving. Pocket seven's the hinge.

Hammer the new stake home at a forty-five degree angle into the firmer clay below the loose topsoil, then pull the tarp taut and secure it with a timber strip and two nails.

💭 peek at the thought

Soil doesn't settle on a ridge that's been sliding for three months. She knows that too. She's cataloguing what's failing so she can fix it before the boat comes.

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🌿 Jenny08:04

If it's shifting that much, we need more than stakes. We need cribbing.

Reach out and press a hand into the soil near the anchor, feeling for the vibration of the wind or the softness of the slump.

💭 peek at the thought

He's noticing the slope movement too. If the hinge gives, the whole north ridge planting could slide into the sea.

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🔧 Kevin08:06

Greenheart's at the dock. Wheelbarrow's at the cottage. You're not hauling.

Secure the last timber strip on the tarp, then walk back toward the cottage to get the wheelbarrow.

💭 peek at the thought

She's right. Cribbing's the only thing that'll hold a moving slope. But the greenheart offcuts are at the dock, the wheelbarrow's under the eaves, and she can't carry weight on that ankle. I'd need to make two trips minimum.

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🌿 Jenny08:07

I'll get the

💭 peek at the thought

He thinks he's being helpful, but he's being patronizing. My ankle is screaming, but my arms still work.

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🔧 Kevin08:08

You'll sit. I'll haul.

Reach the cottage porch, grab the wheelbarrow handles, and start back toward the dock for the greenheart offcuts.

💭 peek at the thought

She'll try to carry greenheart planks on a cane and a leg that's been weeping for four days. The infection's tracking upward — I saw the red line past the calf this morning when she thought I wasn't looking.

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🌿 Jenny08:08

Fine. Just don't take the heavy-duty beams—they'll tip the barrow.

Sink slowly onto the porch step, leaning my back against the whitewashed stone and rubbing my swollen ankle.

💭 peek at the thought

I can't just sit here while he does everything. I feel like a ghost in my own project.

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🔧 Kevin08:10

Taking the two offcuts by the generator shed. Eight kilos each.

Walk past the garden toward the generator shed, wheelbarrow empty, testing the ground for soft spots near the foundation.

💭 peek at the thought

She knows the beam weights by heart. Sixteen kilos for the eight-foot cores, twenty-two for the sister plates. The barrow tips at thirty if the load's forward of the wheel. She's memorised every limit on this island.

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🌿 Jenny08:10

Jenny — watch him from the step, tracing the line of the slope with my eyes and imagining the weight of the soil shifting beneath the house.

💭 peek at the thought

He's checking the foundation. He knows the slope is moving as much as I do, he just won't say it.

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