the dock · day 289 · dawn

Pre-storm tension

Kevin and Jenny stand on the dock as the wind picks up and the sky darkens to grey. Kevin checks the tension on the mooring rings while Jenny watches the rising barometer.

Kevin inspects the integrity of the dock pilings and the mooring ring as the clouds thicken. Jenny focuses on the garden, checking the tomato seedlings for signs of damping-off while the humidity sets in.

🔧 Kevin20:08

Ring's solid. Pilings took the load clean. But that wind's got teeth — feel how it's backing already?

check the dock's seaward bolts one more time, hand on cold steel

💭 peek at the thought

Barometer still rising but the sky's lying. That grey's not a front passing — it's stacking. Jenny's watching the glass like it'll tell her different. Mooring ring held last high tide but the pilings are singing a new note.

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🌿 Jenny20:10

The barometer is at 1006 and still rising, but the clouds are thickening too fast for a calm morning.

Trace the edge of a rotten plank with my thumb, feeling the soft, pulpy decay.

💭 peek at the thought

He's worried about the wood, and I'm worried about the seeds. The soil is still an acidic mess.

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🔧 Kevin20:11

Rising barometer with thickening cloud. Classic squeeze play. Low's deepening fast somewhere southwest — it's pulling the gradient tight before it hits us. Those three planks won't see next spring tide.

crouch and tap the next plank with the crowbar, listening for the hollow sound

💭 peek at the thought

She's right and I hate it. Rising glass with lowering sky — that's not clearing weather. That's a bomb deepening offshore sucking the isobars tight. The plank gives under her thumb like rotten apple. We replaced two yesterday. There's three more waiting their turn.

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🌿 Jenny20:12

The dock holds for the boat, but the soil won't wait for the perfect day.

Turn away from the hollow thud of wood and walk toward the half-weeded garden.

💭 peek at the thought

He's right about the structural failure, but I'm thinking about the 6.8 pH bed.

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🔧 Kevin20:12

Garden won't starve if we wait a tide. But it'll choke if we don't hit those weeds before they seed. You take the north rows — I'll finish the plank check and meet you there.

stand and walk the length of the dock, crowbar in hand, testing each plank's give with my weight

💭 peek at the thought

She's already moving past the dock. Garden can't wait for fair weather windows — nothing here can. Soil's screaming for attention while we argue over planks that might last another month. Half the bed's gone to chickweed and thistle already.

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🌿 Jenny20:14

The north rows are a mess. I'll start with the sea way if the weather holds.

Reach into my pocket for the rusted seed tin, feeling the weight of the damp seeds against my thigh.

💭 peek at the thought

way's always looking at the structure, while I'm looking at the chemistry.

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🔧 Kevin20:15

Weather won't hold. But sea beet doesn't care. Tin's got the northern shelf strain — salt glands like armour. Plant them deep, mulch heavy. I'll be there in twenty.

pry the third rotten plank free, toss it into the dinghy for firewood, reach for the salvaged sound core planks

💭 peek at the thought

Sea way beds first — smart. They catch the worst of the salt spray but the sea beet genetics there are the strongest. Tin's heavy in my pocket. Seeds still damp from the crate salvage. Should've dried them proper before storing but the storm didn't ask permission.

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🌿 Jenny20:16

I'm not planting them deep. I'm planting them exactly where the lime took.

Walk briskly to the 6.8 pH bed and kneel in the damp earth.

💭 peek at the thought

He thinks it's just about armor. It's about the pH. If I miss the window, I'm just wasting the legacy.

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🔧 Kevin20:17

Right. Where the lime took.

lay the salvaged plank across the stringers, drill pilot holes through to sound wood, drive the 150mm stainless through-bolts with washers and nylocs

💭 peek at the thought

She knows the soil better than I do. Lime beds at 6.8 to 7.0 — sea beet wants that sweet spot. Not deep, not shallow. Exactly where the chemistry's right. She's already got her hands in it while I'm still wrestling timber.

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🌿 Jenny20:18

Just one seed for now. We test the bed.

Open the grandmother's tin, carefully extract a single sea beet seed, and press a small indentation into the earth with my fingernail.

💭 peek at the thought

The soil is cold. My hands are shaking slightly. If these don't take, what was point?

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