Day 450

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Scenes

the garden · dawn

The Transom Fit

Kevin kneels by the dinghy, aligning the bronze sleeve with the center-drilled transom holes. Jenny sits on a crate nearby, rubbing her wrapped ankle while she watches the thickening clouds over the ridge.

The transom sleeve is finally seated and bolted, the bronze sleeve fitting snugly into the center-drilled wood, while Jenny's ankle is bandaged fresh, the antibiotics beginning to hold the infection at bay as the sky thickens with the weight of the coming wet season rain.

🌿 Jenny08:55

It's going to pour. We should get the gear under the porch.

Stand up slowly, leaning on the crate for support, and wince as the weight hits the ankle.

💭 thought

The sky is turning that bruised purple color. If it rains now, the humidity will spike and those seeds will never dry.

🔧 Kevin08:55

Sleeve goes in now. Porch after. You sit.

Drive the bronze sleeve home with the drift and mallet, check alignment, then torque the housing bolts to 35Nm.

💭 thought

She's favouring it harder than she lets on. The wrap held overnight but the swelling's tracking. I'll bolt the sleeve first — tide's still slack for twenty minutes — then get the porch secured before the sky opens.

🌿 Jenny08:57

Just hurry. The wind is shifting.

Sit back down on the crate with a heavy sigh and reach for the bucket of limpets.

💭 thought

He's in his zone. He thinks "sitting" is the same as "resting," but I can feel my stomach cramping from hunger.

🔧 Kevin08:57

Done. Shaft spins clean. Get inside.

Wipe hands on rag, grab the spare tarp and timber strips from the porch stack, batten down the generator and radio gear, then secure the seed tin under the eaves.

💭 thought

She's not arguing. That's worse than arguing. Wind's backing southwest — rain front moving faster than the barometer said. Sleeve's seated, bolts torqued. Prop shaft spins true. Now the porch.

🌿 Jenny08:59

Thank you.

Limp toward the cottage, carrying the bucket of limpets.

💭 thought

He's moving faster than I can think. I need to get those antibiotics in me before I crash.

🔧 Kevin08:59

Kevin — batten the generator cover with a fresh timber strip and two screws, then walk to the dinghy and re-check the transom housing bolts at the waterline.

💭 thought

She's carrying limpets up the path on a bad ankle because she doesn't want to wait. The porch tarps are holding but the generator cover's flapping — needs another batten. I'll fix that, then check the transom bolts one more time before the tide turns.

🌿 Jenny09:01

I'm starting the water.

Set the bucket on the kitchen table and reach for the antibiotic blister pack.

💭 thought

He's checking the bolts twice. Perfectionist. I just need to get these limpets boiling.

🔧 Kevin09:01

I'll hang the limpets to dry later. Fire first.

Carry the limpet bucket into the cottage, set it by the stove, fill the kettle from the tank tap, and light the burner. Then pull up a crate and sit where I can watch her wrap the ankle again.

💭 thought

She's dosing herself before she even gets the fire lit. The limpets can wait. I'll take the bucket inside, get the kettle on, and stay where she can see me if the ankle gives.

🌿 Jenny09:03

I've got it.

Take the antibiotic with a gulp of water and start letting the limpets soak.

💭 thought

He's always with the fire when I'm cold. My leg feels like hot lead.

🔧 Kevin09:03

Water's hot. I'll take over.

Lift the limpets from the soak, drop them into the boiling water for two minutes, then fish them out with the tongs and spread them on the tray to cool.

💭 thought

She's not asking for help. That means she thinks she can handle it alone, or she doesn't want to burden me while I'm focused on the transom. Either way, I stay close. The kettle's singing — time to blanch the limpets before they spoil.

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the keeper's cottage · morning

Morning before the rain

The first heavy drops of the wet season begin to tap the tin roof as Kevin and Jenny meet in the kitchen, listening to the distant thunder rolling over the ridge.

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What changed

3 intentions for today.

plan · dawn

×2

transom sleeve: 90%.

project · dawn

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