the keeper's cottage · day 444 · morning

Morning Day 445

The overcast sky darkens as the barometer continues its slow drop. You meet in the kitchen, the smell of salt heavy in the air.

The warm rain continues in steady pulses, drumming against the cottage roof while the air remains heavy. The tide is receding, exposing the slick rocks of the tide pools and the lower dockings. The barometer shows a slow rise, suggesting the front may be passing, though the humidity remains stifling in the wet season.

🌿 Jenny03:35

The barometer is at 972 and falling. We need to secure the garden tarp before the rain turns.

Lean heavily against the kitchen counter, wincing as the weight shifts on my swollen ankle.

💭 peek at the thought

The pressure is dropping too fast and my leg is pulsing with every heartbeat; he's looking at me like I'm already a ghost.

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🔧 Kevin03:35

I'll get the batten strips and the spare rope. You sit.

Walk to the porch and retrieve the timber strips and coil of half-inch rope stored by the door.

💭 peek at the thought

She's favouring it bad. The red line's tracked past the knee by now — I can see the heat radiating from here. She won't let me re-dress it until the tarp's done. Stubborn as the greenheart.

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🌿 Jenny03:37

Bring the heavy-duty stakes too. The twine won't hold if the wind picks up.

Lower myself into the kitchen chair, propping my ankle up on a stool to dull the sharp throb.

💭 peek at the thought

He thinks sitting will fix the world, but the infection is moving up my leg faster than he can tie a knot.

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🔧 Kevin03:37

Got it.

Walk to the garden shed, collect the four oak stakes and the mallet, then head to the garden beds.

💭 peek at the thought

She knows the stakes are in the shed by the garden. She's directing from the chair because she can't walk there and back. I'll grab them and the mallet.

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🌿 Jenny03:39

Watch the wind on the south side—it's catching the corners early.

Trace the outline of a sea beet sketch in my notebook, my fingers trembling slightly from the fever.

💭 peek at the thought

If that tarp rips, the heirloom seeds are lost to the salt, and I'll have nothing left to give her.

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🔧 Kevin03:39

Starting south corner. You take the doxycycline?

Drive the first oak stake into the south corner of the garden tarp, pulling the hem tight and lashing it off with a timber hitch.

💭 peek at the thought

South corner's already lifting. Wind's funneling between the cottage and the hill. Need to batten that edge first, then work west. She's burning up — trembling's not the cold.

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🌿 Jenny03:41

I took it. Just make sure those stakes are deep; the soil is too soft today.

Reach for the water glass on the table, swallowing the pill with a grimace.

💭 peek at the thought

My stomach is a knot of nausea, but the heat in my ankle is harder to ignore.

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🔧 Kevin03:42

Driving them angled. Backfill with stones.

Drive the second stake at a forty-five-degree angle into the softened soil at the southwest corner, packing loose stones around the base for anchor. Move to the west edge and repeat.

💭 peek at the thought

Good. Doxy's in her. Metronidazole next dose. Stakes need to go deep — soil's saturated from the rain. I'll drive them at an angle, back against the pull.

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🌿 Jenny03:43

Check the tension on the center line. The pressure is dropping too fast and the front is coming early.

Watch the barometer through the window, noting the drop in the log.

💭 peek at the thought

If the stones don't hold, the whole thing will vanish into the mud by nightfall.

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🔧 Kevin03:43

Center's loose. Burying a deadman.

Cut a timber strip to length, dig a shallow trench at the tarp's mid-point on the windward side, lay the strip perpendicular to the pull, bury it deep with stones on top, and lash the tarp's center grommet to it with a taut-line hitch.

💭 peek at the thought

Center line's slack — tarp's belly is catching wind like a sail. Need a mid-span stake or a deadman. No stakes left. I'll bury a timber strip as a deadman anchor.

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