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Day 338

Load Test and Lingering Pain

Kevin revved the Yanmar engine while the dinghy floated against the dock, monitoring for vibrations. Jenny stood by the stern with her notebook open, recording RPM as the trade wind picked up. They had spent the morning inspecting and repairing the dinghy’s mounting and transom—Kevin sistering it with greenheart, Jenny planting heirloom seeds and checking the water tank for leaks. At dinner, they ate sea beet and corned beef stew, discussing the transom repair and planning next steps for the engine and garden. Kevin attempted a load test, but heat made the task sluggish; Jenny found the parched soil stubborn and difficult to work with. At midday, Kevin finished checking the Yanmar mounts and returned to the cottage. Jenny inspected the garden beds, found damping-off spreading to two lettuce cells and one pepper cell, and began de-salting her sea beet sketches. In the afternoon, with the dinghy tied to the dock and the Yanmar idling, Kevin shifted into forward gear. Vibration began at 1800 RPM, though the engine remained functional below that. Jenny arrived carefully on her worsening ankle, carrying water and sketches. The tide was at slack low, water flat and grey. In the evening, the tide rose, swallowing lower rocks of the tide pools. Inside, the air smelled of drying mint and corned beef as the barometer continued to fall. At night, Kevin prepared the Yanmar for another load test while the tide remained high. Jenny tried to plant seeds again, but pain in her ankle slowed her significantly.

Kevin revved the Yanmar engine while the dinghy floated against the dock, monitoring for vibrations. Jenny stood by the stern with her notebook open, recording RPM as the trade wind picked up. They had spent the morning inspecting and repairing the dinghy’s mounting and transom—Kevin sistering it with greenheart, Jenny planting heirloom seeds and checking the water tank for leaks. At dinner, they ate sea beet and corned beef stew, discussing the transom repair and planning next steps for the engine and garden. Kevin attempted a load test, but heat made the task sluggish; Jenny found the parched soil stubborn and difficult to work with. At midday, Kevin finished checking the Yanmar mounts and returned to the cottage. Jenny inspected the garden beds, found damping-off spreading to two lettuce cells and one pepper cell, and began de-salting her sea beet sketches. In the afternoon, with the dinghy tied to the dock and the Yanmar idling, Kevin shifted into forward gear. Vibration began at 1800 RPM, though the engine remained functional below that. Jenny arrived carefully on her worsening ankle, carrying water and sketches. The tide was at slack low, water flat and grey. In the evening, the tide rose, swallowing lower rocks of the tide pools. Inside, the air smelled of drying mint and corned beef as the barometer continued to fall. At night, Kevin prepared the Yanmar for another load test while the tide remained high. Jenny tried to plant seeds again, but pain in her ankle slowed her significantly.

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the dock · dawn

The Load Test

Kevin revs the Yanmar engine while the dinghy floats against the dock, monitoring for vibrations. Jenny stands by the stern with her notebook open, recording the RPM as the trade wind begins to pick up.

Kevin and Jenny spent the morning inspecting and repairing the dinghy’s mounting and transom, then moved to their individual tasks: Kevin finished sistering the transom with greenheart and re‑checked the Yanmar, while Jenny planted heirloom seeds and inspected the water tank for leaks.

🌿 Jenny20:32

Hold it there a second, Kevin—I want to see if the bracket holds under full throttle.

Note the RPM and vibration frequency in the log and sketch the stress pattern on the mounting.

💭 thought
The engine is running cleaner today, but that vibration in the housing is still bothering me like a loose tooth.
🔧 Kevin20:37

Holding 2800. Tell me if the bracket moves.

Maintain throttle at 2800 RPM, one hand on the tiller to keep the dinghy steady against the dock, the other ready to kill the engine if the vibration spikes. Watch the starboard mounting bracket where the through-bolts meet the transom.

💭 thought
She's watching the bracket, not the prop. Smart — that's where the vibration showed up last time, starboard side, where the mast bracket's skewed. I'll hold it at 2800 RPM, the load point where it sang before. If the doubler plate holds, we're good for the supply boat run.
🌿 Jenny20:37

It's steady for now, but don't push it any higher until I check the bolts for play.

Step closer to the transom to feel for any shifting in the timber.

💭 thought
It's holding, but the wood is too soft for this much torque after years of salt.
🔧 Kevin20:39

Not pushing. Take your time.

Hold throttle steady at 2800 RPM, eyes on the prop wash and the waterline for any change in vibration. Keep the kill cord wrapped around my wrist.

💭 thought
She's right. The greenheart sister plank's floating on a scoured void — bolts can feel tight but the timber's moving underneath. She's got the reach and the fingers for it. I'll hold steady and let her work.
🌿 Jenny20:39

Okay, throttle it down. I need to see if those bolts are actually tight.

Place my hand flat against the bracket to feel for micro-movement.

💭 thought
The vibration is consistent, but the wood feels like it's breathing under the strain.
🔧 Kevin20:41

Dropping to idle.

Reduce throttle to idle, kill the engine after a few seconds. Step back and let her work the bracket — hands on the bolts, fingers on the timber joints.

💭 thought
She's feeling for what the eye can't see. The bracket looked solid with the doubler plate and four 150mm through-bolts, but the greenheart's only as good as the timber it's bolted to. If the scour's eaten under the transom knee, the whole assembly flexes. I'll drop to idle and let her check proper.
🌿 Jenny20:44

Thanks. The bracket's holding but the through-bolts show wear in the threads. It's the transom, not the metal. I need to sister this joint before the bracket pulls through.

Run my fingers along the bolt threads to check for galling and feel the wood around them. </think>THOUGHT: The wood's softened from years of moisture—it's not the bolts that worry me. Run my palm over the transom timber to check for soft sp

💭 thought
Good. He's letting me actually check this thing properly instead of treating it like a black box.
🔧 Kevin20:44

Transom knee's soft. I'll sister it with the greenheart offcut — same as the dock. Through-bolt it, epoxy the face.

Kill the engine fully. Step to the transom and press my thumb into the timber around each bolt hole, feeling for crush and rot. Check the greenheart offcut stacked by the shed — measure it against the transom depth.

💭 thought
She's found it. The transom timber's been taking salt and load for decades — the bolts are sound but the wood around them is giving way. That's why the bracket held at 2800 but the threads show wear: the timber's compressing under cyclic load. Need to sister the transom knee proper, not just the dock side. Greenheart offcut from the dock repair should work.
🌿 Jenny20:45

The wood is definitely yielding around the upper bolts. We need that greenheart. I'll have to clean out the rot before we lay the epoxy down.

Press my thumb into the area near the top bolt to see how deep the decay goes.

💭 thought
He's right. If I don't reinforce the wood, the whole bracket will tear right off the next time I hit a swell.
🔧 Kevin20:46

How deep?

Crouch at the transom, probe the upper bolt holes with a nail set — feel for solid timber depth. Check the greenheart offcut dimensions against the transom knee profile.

💭 thought
Upper bolts first — that's where the lever arm's longest. If the rot's tracked down the grain from the deck joint, we're chasing it. Greenheart's dense, oily, takes epoxy poorly unless it's fresh-cut and solvent-wiped. I'll need to scarf the joint, not just butt it. The offcut's 300mm, maybe enough for a 4:1 scarf if the rot hasn't gone past the lower bolt.

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the keeper's cottage · morning

Dinner and Debrief

Both return to the cottage kitchen, sit at the table, and share the sea beet and corned beef stew. While eating you discuss the progress on the transom repair and plan the next steps for the Yanmar and the garden.

Kevin attempts to load-test the Yanmar engine in the dinghy, but the heat makes the task sluggish and frustrating. Jenny tries to plant the heirloom seeds, but the parched soil is stubborn and difficult to work with.

🔧 Kevin20:48

Transom's holding. Greenheart sistered clean, epoxy cured hard. Tomorrow I'll pull the two worn bolts on the starboard stringer, drill and tap oversize, stainless through-bolts with nylocs. Then load-test the Yanmar proper — half throttle, quarter throttle, full. If the vibration's gone at all three, she's done.

eat stew, wipe bowl clean with bread, set spoon down

💭 thought
The stew tastes like salt and iron and something almost sweet underneath — sea beet holds the brine. Good fuel. The transom's solid now; the greenheart took the epoxy clean. Tomorrow I'll swap the worn bolts, true the shaft one more time at load, and call it done on the dinghy. Garden's next — tomatoes need staking higher, peppers are struggling in the damp. Jenny's quiet today. Not the tired kind. The other kind.
🌿 Jenny20:51

Just make sure the engine doesn't cough out mid-channel. I need those seeds to sprout before the boat gets here.

Reach for the tin of seeds on the table.

💭 thought
He's talking about bolts and vibration while I'm thinking about the mold on my grandmother's seeds. If I don't get these in the ground right now, the heat will just cook them.
🔧 Kevin20:52

Engine won't cough. Prop shaft's trued, sleeve pressed, bearings seated. Vibration's gone at idle. Load test'll confirm. Seeds — how many packets viable?

reach for the corned beef tin, spoon another portion into my bowl, chew slow

💭 thought
She's not talking about the engine. She's talking about the garden, the boat, the six days, the thing neither of us says — that the supply boat might not come, or might come wrong, and we'll be here with what we've got. The seeds are damp. Some are mold. She knows. I know. The tin's rusted at the rim.
🌿 Jenny20:53

Enough to try. I'm planting the first three tomorrow morning, if the soil doesn't

💭 thought
way's asking about the packets like they're inventory units. He doesn't see that they're the last of her garden I'll combination have.
🔧 Kevin20:53

Soil'll hold. Beds are lime-amended, deadman anchors driven to shale. Tarp's battened. Unless the wind shifts northeast — then the fetch hits the garden direct.

finish the last of the stew, push bowl away, stand and take the tin from her hand to set it on the shelf above the stove

💭 thought
She stopped mid-sentence. The tin rattles in her hand — seeds shifting. She's looking at the window, not me. The barometer's falling. She felt it before I said anything. Soil doesn't what? Dry? Hold? Wash? All three.
🌿 Jenny20:57

I'll check the drainage again before the sun is up.

Take the tin back and trace the rust on the cold metal.

💭 thought
way's so sure about the wind and the shale, but he hasn't seen the way the sand shifts here.
🔧 Kevin20:58

I'll wake at four. Check the barometer, the tarp lines, the mooring ring. Meet you at the beds.

wipe hands on trousers, go to the radio shelf, switch on the shortwave, tune to 2182, listen to static

💭 thought
Her thumb catches on the rust ridge. She's memorizing it. The tin, the seeds, the garden, the boat, the six days — she's marking each thing against loss. I've seen that gesture before. On the dock in '19, before the last crossing. She touched the liferaft canister the same way. Didn't say goodbye. Just touched it.
🌿 Jenny20:59

I'll be there. Bring the trowel.

Sketch the morphology of the tin on the edge of the notebook.

💭 thought
Four a.m. early, but the air is cooler then. The heat is a weight by noon.
🔧 Kevin21:01

Trowel's in the shed, handle oiled, tip sharp. I'll bring it.

turn radio off, step to the door, pull on boots, stop and look back at her sketching in the notebook

💭 thought
She's drawing the tin again. Not the seeds. The container. The thing that holds. I won't say I saw that before. I'll bring the trowel. And the bolt kit. And the torque wrench set to 35. If the Yanmar passes load test, I'll log it, then head to the garden. Trowel first — then stakes, then twine. She'll want to start before the sun burns the dew off the leaves.
🌿 Jenny21:02

Don't forget the salt-water for the sketches.

Close the notebook with a soft click.

💭 thought
He's looking at the tools, and I'm looking at the life inside that rusted metal.

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the dock · midday

The Midday Heat Peak

Kevin is at the dock while Jenny is in the garden.

Kevin finished checking the Yanmar mounts and headed back to the cottage. Jenny inspected the garden beds, found more damping-off in the seedlings, and began de-salting her sea beet sketches.

🌿 Jenny21:04

Come on. Just hold.

wipe sweat from my brow with the back of a muddy hand and reach for the water can.

💭 thought
The soil is like concrete today; if I don't get these in now, they'll just bake.
🔧 Kevin21:05

Kevin — wipe sweat from my forehead with the back of my forearm, then crouch beside the Yanmar to check each mounting bolt with the torque wrench, working methodically from port to starboard.

💭 thought
The heat's making the metal expand — bolts that felt tight this morning might be working loose by afternoon. Need to check the through-bolts on the engine mount and the transom sistering while I can still see straight.
🌿 Jenny21:09

Jenny — sit back on my heels and stare at the small patches of damp earth.

💭 thought
The pressure is dropping, but the air is still thick enough to choke you on.
🔧 Kevin21:11

Kevin — torque the two loose starboard mounting bolts to 35Nm, then double-check all four mounts. After, stand and stretch my shoulders, feeling the familiar ache settle back in.

💭 thought
Two bolts on the starboard mount are below spec — not sheared, but crept down to 28Nm. The vibration’s working them loose. If I don’t correct it now, they’ll back out completely by tomorrow’s tide.
🌿 Jenny21:13

Jenny — stand up slowly, brushing the grit from my knees, and look toward the dock.

💭 thought
I'm shaking from the heat, or maybe the fear of wasting three seeds.
🔧 Kevin21:15

Kevin — wipe the torque wrench clean with a rag, stow it in the tool bag, and walk back toward the cottage for water.

💭 thought
Mounts are holding now. Should run the engine at load to confirm the vibration hasn't shifted anything else — but the heat's thick enough to taste. Better to wait for the evening slack when the air moves.

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the dock · afternoon

Yanmar load test at noon slack

Kevin has the dinghy tied to the dock with the Yanmar idling, tachometer clipped to the spark plug lead. Jenny arrives from the cottage, moving carefully on the bad ankle, carrying a mug of water and the notebook with de-salted sea beet sketches. The tide is at slack low, water flat and grey. Kevin shifts into forward gear.

The Yanmar engine is tested under high load at the dock; Kevin identifies a vibration starting at 1800 RPM but the engine remains functional up to that point. Jenny struggles with a worsening ankle infection as the tide begins to turn.

🔧 Kevin21:18

RPM holding at idle. Going to bring it up slow. You want the tach or the notebook?

shift into forward gear at idle, ease throttle to 1200 RPM, watch tachometer and feel for vibration in transom

💭 thought
She's moving better than yesterday. Ankle's holding. Good. Engine's idling clean at 850 RPM — steady. Time to see what the vibration does under load.
🌿 Jenny21:24

Tach first, then I'll sketch what I feel. Be careful with the throttle—

grab notebook from cottage counter, water mug clutched in same hand as limping toward dock, move slowly across dock planks testing each step with good ankle, reach for Yanmar tachometer clipped to spark plug lead, watch needle hold at idle

💭 thought
The vibration is subtle but there—like a hum in my teeth. Twelve hundred RPM should show something, but the ankle's screaming and I can't tell if it's the engine or me pushing too hard. Kevin asked about the tach or notebook. Both. Always both.
🔧 Kevin21:24

Here. Take it. I'll watch the transom. Bring it up to 1500, then 2000 — we'll see where it starts.

release throttle slightly, let RPM drop to idle, hand tachometer to Jenny, brace hand on dinghy gunwale to feel vibration, signal Jenny to advance throttle to 1500 RPM

💭 thought
She's focused on the needle, not me. Good. Let her take the tach — keeps her hands busy, mind off the pain. I'll watch for the shake in the transom, same as before.
🌿 Jenny21:25

Okay. Going up slow now.

take the tachometer from Kevin, steady it against the lead, and slowly push the throttle forward watching the needle climb toward 1500

💭 thought
Fifteen enough is where the resonance usually starts. If the boat starts shaking hard now, it's the mounting bolts or the prop. I need to focus on the needle, not the throb downstairs.
🔧 Kevin21:25

Easy does it. You're at 1400. Hold there a sec — let it settle.

monitor tachometer needle via Jenny's grip, press palm flat against transom housing just above waterline, feel for vibration onset, prepare to call RPM at 1500 mark

💭 thought
Needle's moving smooth — 1200, 1300. No shudder yet. If it's the mast bracket, we should feel it by 1800. Keep her focused on the dial, I'll track the shake in my wrists.
🌿 Jenny21:27

Holding it... almost there.

hold the throttle at 1400, watching the needle hover, then give it one tiny nudge more to hit 1500

💭 thought
Almost there. The engine sounds smooth, but the air is heavy. If I push it to fifteen, I need to know if that epoxy is actually holding or if I'm just rattling the wood apart.
🔧 Kevin21:27

1500. Clean. Take it to 2000.

maintain hand on transom, nod to Jenny to advance throttle, track vibration through fingertips, prepare to call 2000 RPM threshold

💭 thought
1500 on the nose. Transom's quiet in my palm — just the engine's heartbeat. Not the bracket yet, or it's not load-dependent. Push on.
🌿 Jenny21:29

Copy that. Going.

push the throttle steadily, watching the tachometer climb past 1600, 1700, feeling for the shift in the hull.

💭 thought
Two thousand is the real test. If it starts to scream now, the whole mounting is weak. I need to see that needle hit the two mark.
🔧 Kevin21:29

1800. Holding clean.

keep palm on transom, watch tach via Jenny's grip, mentally mark 1800 as clean, ready to call 2000

💭 thought
Needle climbing — 1600, 1700. Still nothing in the transom. Either the bracket's not the culprit, or the vibration only shows under prop load in water, not dock-tied. That's the real test. But we don't have sea room here.
🌿 Jenny21:42

Good. Two thousand coming up. Good. Two thousand coming up.

ease the throttle slightly to stabilize at 1800, then nudge it forward again to reach the 2000 mark, watching the needle settle. </think>THOUGHT: Clean up to eighteen. That's promising.

💭 thought
Clean up to eighteen. That's promising. The vibration isn't shaking loose yet.

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the keeper's cottage · evening

Evening at the cottage

The sun is low and the tide is back in, covering the rock pools. You meet inside as the air temperature drops and the barometer continues to fall.

The tide is rising steadily against the shore, beginning to swallow the lower rocks of the tide pools. Inside the cottage, the air is thick with the scent of drying mint and the salty aroma of corned beef, while the barometer continues its drop, signaling a shift in the weather.

🌿 Jenny21:49

The tide is coming in fast. I didn't get to the seeds today.

Sit at the kitchen table, lift my swollen ankle onto the chair, and start sketching the morphology of a sea beet leaf.

💭 thought
My ankle is throbbing in time with the waves, and I'm so hungry I can barely focus on the sketches I didn't finish.
🔧 Kevin21:51

Seeds keep. Ankle doesn't. Keep it up.

set the cast iron skillet on the wood stove, slice corned beef fat into it, wait for the render

💭 thought
She's frustrated about the seeds. Ankle's worse — swelling up past the brace. Should've had her off it hours ago. Tide's pushing hard against the dock piles; heard the structure groan on the last big set. Barometer's still dropping. Night's going to be loud.
🌿 Jenny21:51

The soil is too dry, Kevin. It refuses to take them.

Press the pencil harder against the paper, shading the salt glands on the illustration until the lead snaps.

💭 thought
He's so practical it hurts; I want to explain that the soil is like concrete and my skin feels thin.
🔧 Kevin21:53

Run drip lines tomorrow. First light. Tank's got the head.

pull the spare pencil from the drawer beside the radio, set it on the table near her sketchbook without a word

💭 thought
Lead snapped. She's pressing hard — pain or frustration, maybe both. Soil's been bone-dry three weeks now. Tank's full but I haven't run the drip lines; been focused on the Yanmar. Should've done it days ago. She's right.
🌿 Jenny21:53

I'll check the pressure before the sun is up.

Reach for the broken pencil, rub the wood with my thumb, and stare at the tin of seeds on the counter.

💭 thought
He thinks a way line will fix the fear, but I'm just tired of the rot in everything here.
🔧 Kevin21:55

Limpets in the bucket by the door. Get them in the pan before the fat burns.

tip the bucket of fresh limpets into the hot skillet, listen to the sharp spit and sizzle, shake the pan so they settle shell-down

💭 thought
She's planning irrigation at dawn. Good. Means she's not stopping. The tin on the counter — heirloom packets, still damp from the crate. She wants them in ground before the next front. So do I. Skillet's smoking. Fat's ready.
🌿 Jenny21:55

I'm getting them.

Stand up slowly, wincing as the weight hits my ankle, and grab the bucket of limpets.

💭 thought
The smell of the salt and fat makes my stomach growl, but I'm too weak to move.
🔧 Kevin21:57

Sit. I'll tend the pan.

nudge the chair back with my boot, hold the skillet handle steady with a folded cloth, shake it rhythmic so the limpets don't stick

💭 thought
She's stubborn. Won't let the ankle slow her. The wince was slight — she's hiding how bad it is. Antibiotics are down to two doses. If the infection tracks up the leg, we're in real trouble. Supper first. Then I'll check the wrap.

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the keeper's cottage · night

The Rising Tide

The evening air cools slightly, but the pressure continues to drop as the water climbs higher against the dock pilings.

Kevin prepares the Yanmar engine for a load test on the dinghy while the tide is still high. Jenny attempts to plant the heirloom seeds in the garden, but the pain in her ankle slows her down significantly.

🔧 Kevin21:57

Jenny, I'm going to shore up the mooring ring before the tide gets any higher. Want a hand, or should I shout if I need you?

walk to the dock with cedar wedges and the mallet from the workshop, then drive the wedges into the mortise around the mooring ring to take up the play and hold it firm against the pilings.

💭 thought
The tide's rising fast and the mooring ring's still loose — if it gives way under load, the supply boat could miss its tie-up or worse, damage the dock. I need to fix it before dark, but I'm tired and hungry. Still, better to do it now than regret it later when the boat's here and the lines are under strain.
🌿 Jenny21:59

I'm fine. Just... don't let the boat slip while you're working.

Jenny sets her pencil down slowly, then limps toward the door to watch him work in the waning light.

💭 thought
If the Analysis fails, the dinghy goes, and I'm stuck on this rock with nothing but half-planted seeds.
🔧 Kevin21:59

I won't let it slip. I've got the wedges and the mallet — it'll hold. You go on inside; I'll shout if it starts to give.

drive the cedar wedges deep into the mortise on all four sides of the mooring ring, then strike each with the mallet to lock them tight, testing the ring by hand to ensure it no longer shifts under load.

💭 thought
She's worried, but she won't come out — her ankle's bad, and she doesn't want to slow me down. I can feel the weight of that silence: not anger, just the distance that grows when we don't say what's really there. Still, she's watching. That means something.
🌿 Jenny22:01

I'm watching from the porch.

Jenny leans against the doorframe, shifting her weight off the injured ankle as she tracks the rhythm of the mallet against the wood.

💭 thought
He's so steady with his hands, and I'm just a mess of swollen skin and fear.
🔧 Kevin22:01

It's set. Should hold the boat fine when she comes.

wipe sweat from my brow with the back of my hand, then turn and walk back toward the cottage, giving Jenny a small nod as I pass the porch step.

💭 thought
The ring's seated now — no play, no shift. It'll hold when the boat comes. Jenny's watching, silent, but she's here. I want to say more, but the words feel heavy, like they'd break something if I spoke them wrong. Better to let the work stand for now. The tide's still coming up, but the dock's secure.
🌿 Jenny22:05

The tide is coming in fast.

Jenny watches him go inside, then retreats into the kitchen to look at the empty tin and the three seeds she buried in the dirt.

💭 thought
He doesn't even see how much I'm shaking. He just sees the work.
🔧 Kevin22:05

(softly, more to myself than her) Three seeds. For Tom.

pause in the kitchen doorway, look at the empty tin on the table and the three small mounds of disturbed earth near the garden wall, then turn and go to the radio shelf, pick up the mic, and hold it for a moment before setting it back down

💭 thought
She's not talking about the tide anymore. The empty tin, the three seeds — she's marking something. Tom's birthday. I didn't say it earlier, but I know. Forty minutes in the water, and he thinks I chose to let go. I didn't. I just couldn't hold on. I've carried that every day since. I don't need forgiveness — I need him to know I never stopped trying to make it right. The radio's still on his frequency. Static, but I haven't turned the dial.
🌿 Jenny22:07

Don't forget to check the tank.

Jenny sits at the table, picks up her sketchbook, and begins to draw the morphology of a sea beet leaf, her hand trembling slightly.

💭 thought
He's thinking about the boat, and I'm thinking about the rot.

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What changed

3 intentions for today.
plan · dawn
×2
Jenny made a sketch: "Stress pattern on the mounting".
made · dawn
Found: greenheart offcut.
item · dawn
the transom timber is decayed around the upper bolts, requiring greenheart sistering
discovery · dawn
Jenny made a sketch: "Morphology of the tin on the edge of the notebook".
made · morning
Kevin and Jenny ate.
meal · morning
Damping-off fungus has spread to two additional lettuce cells and one pepper cell in the heirloom trays.
discovery · midday
Jenny made a sketch: "Morphology of a sea beet leaf".
made · evening
Kevin and Jenny ate.
meal · evening
Jenny made a sketch: "Morphology of a sea beet leaf, her hand trembling slightly".
made · night

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