Cinnamon Death · Monday March 8, 2010

They cleaned the carpets in the offices down the hall today and now the whole place smells like chemicals. The carpet cleaning company tries to make it smell nice, I think, by adding a cinnamon flavour to the mix but the net result is just overpowering. Ryan refers to it as Cinnamon Death.

So we’ve had the door closed for most of the day, even though that allows the computers to heat up the room to sun-like temperatures. I’ve had my socks off for an hour.

I guess there are things about this place that I won’t miss, too.

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Woopsie · Monday March 8, 2010

Somebody smokes a power pole down the road fom our house. It takes a
minute to realize that the pole is now only being held up by the
powerlines from the adjoining poles.

I’ve been surprised that there haven’t been more accidents at our
corner. I was expecting them monthly when we first moved in, but I’ve
only ever seen evidence of one and it was a very minor fender bender.

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The coffee machine · Friday March 5, 2010

Part of the morning ritual.

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Big windows · Friday March 5, 2010

We’re moving out of our office in Brentwood at the end of March. I’m
going to miss the view.

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Breakfast · Friday March 5, 2010

Some mornings Kelsey wakes up with the determination to make a killer
breakfast.

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Sneaky · Monday February 22, 2010

Here’s a picture of Kelsey feeling smug about stealing my photos off the camera and then using the best one in her daily photo. Bad girl!

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A great day for riding · Monday February 22, 2010

Sunday proved to be sunny and warm, as promised by the weatherpeople, and a few of us from dsbc decided to take advantage. We met at Bruce’s market for breakfast and then headed out to Sylvester for a bit of poking around the dirt roads in the area. This is a spot we stopped to look around at a dead-end overlooking the North end of Stave Lake.

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The pups and the heating vent · Friday February 19, 2010

They’re convinced that there is something living down there, and that
whatever it is must be delicious.

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