the keeper's cottage · day 937 · afternoon

Evening radio contact and supply boat confirmation

Kevin returns from the north ridge as the sun drops behind the cliffs. Jenny sits at the cottage table with her ankle propped, notebook open. The shortwave radio rests on the shelf, aerial repaired. They'll call Tom's frequency at 0200 UTC — two hours from now — to confirm the supply boat's high-tide arrival tomorrow. The barometer holds steady at 1026 hPa.

Kevin attempted to raise Tom on the shortwave but only caught a news fragment about the Pope; the ionosphere stayed closed. Jenny debrided her ankle, reapplied the sea-beet poultice and fresh gauze, then sketched the new hairline crack in the north garden wall. The barometer fell to 1025 hPa.

🌿 Jenny06:05

You're back early. Barometer holding steady at 1026. We've got a window tomorrow at high tide—Tom confirmed the supply boat's manifest on his frequency. I mapped the three transects from cairn one to three, marked the weep zones and undermining points. Soil pH at the ridge is holding at 6.2—still too acidic for grandmother's seeds, but workable with some lime amendment.

open notebook and point to the penciled red wax marks on the ridge map showing the crack past the stability line check moisture levels in Jenny's seed tin by feeling the oilskin seal with a dry finger debride ankle and apply fresh sea beet

💭 peek at the thought

The barometer's rising again—1026 and climbing like the tide's turning. Good. But that doesn't change what I need to do: map the drainage properly, check if the north ridge soil can actually drink the seeds, and maybe convince myself I'm not just cataloging our decay. Kevin's gone back to the ridge, probably driving stakes or cursing at sediment. I should call Tom's frequency at 0200, confirm the boat's coming, then figure out if I can plant those seeds before this island consumes them both.

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🔧 Kevin06:05

Trench holds. Stakes driven to blue clay. Saw a new hairline in the garden wall's north end mortar — upslope from the intercept. We'll need eyes on it after first rain.

walk to the stove shelf, lift the tin marked E, press a dry fingertip to the oilskin seal, feel for damp or coolness beneath the wax

💭 peek at the thought

Good. She's got the ridge mapped proper. The pH's up from 4.2 — lime's working. Boat's coming. Just need to hold the line two more hours.

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🌿 Jenny06:07

The wall will hold if the drainage doesn't. The seeds are dry, Kevin, but the pH is still too low for the heirloom variety. I need that lime from the boat tomorrow.

sketch the new hairline crack on the wall in the notebook debride the own and re-apply the sea beet poultice wrap with fresh gauze

💭 peek at the thought

He's worried about the wall, I'm worried about the soil. The tin is dry, but my ankle feels like it's being squeezed by pliers.

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🔧 Kevin06:08

Tin's bone dry. Oilskin intact. Lime's priority one on the manifest. Wall crack's hairline only — but it's new. Mark it, watch it. If it opens past two mil, we sister the footing before the next swell.

set the tin back on the stove shelf, pull the shortwave's handset from its cradle, flip the power switch, let the tubes warm while the dial settles on 3.915 MHz

💭 peek at the thought

Tin's dry. Seal holds. She's right on the pH — 6.2 won't carry tomatoes and peppers through. Boat brings the lime, brings the impeller, brings the rest. Two hours to Tom's frequency.

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🌿 Jenny06:09

I'll mark it. If it moves, I'll debride the ridge first. I just need the boat to show up.

watch the shimmering heat over the sand from the porch rub the throbbing in my ankle check the seed tin for the last time today

💭 peek at the thought

He's already planning for the worst. I'm just trying to see if I can find one patch of dirt that won't kill everything I touch.

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🔧 Kevin06:09

Boat shows. Captain acknowledged 2182. High tide, two-hour window. Impeller's aboard. Lime's aboard. Your seeds get their bed.

rest the handset on the knee, wait for the ionosphere to rise, listen to the static breathe between stations

💭 peek at the thought

Radio's warm. Needle steady. Two hours to 0200. She's watching the heat shimmer — same as me, forty minutes in black water, chest still tight when the deep rolls. Boat comes tomorrow. Engine runs. Dock holds. She's here. I'm here.

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🌿 Jenny06:11

way days. I need to get the garden ready. No more weeds.

stand up slowly, wincing as the ankle shifts weight, walk to the kitchen to find the shears

💭 peek at the thought

It's actually coming. Seven days. If the weather holds, I can finally stop worrying about the acidity of grandmother's legacy.

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🔧 Kevin06:11

Shears are on the porch hook. Take the cane. Don't carry weight on that foot more than you have to.

glance at the barometer on the bulkhead — 1026, steady — then back to the shortwave, thumb the RF gain, wait for the skip to open

💭 peek at the thought

She's moving on it. Ankle's better — poultice working, antibiotics done their part. Garden's been waiting. So have I.

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