6th
March
2006
We should have been “en route” by now, but group dynamics came into play. One might have an exam, another needed maintenance, another is incoherent while sleep-deprived. Anyhow, the daylight hours are gone, another quick meal is in the prep stages, and the idea of driving all night seems to have caught only my interest. The oil has been changed, so that part of the polynomial equation has been cancelled (so that’s what those endless hours in math class were all about. Who knew?)
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17th
February
2006
Environment Canada upped the warning tags to four, and the day changed direction. This morning the weather left much to be desired, and sometime before 06h00 the “other” school boards saw fit to declare closure. My gang were able to make a decision, albeit one hour later. Were they waiting for an official translation?
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12th
February
2006
About this time of year, many people head off to a beach in the south. I’ve never done that, so it isn’t part of my wish set. Instead, I have a very pragmatic view; if there must be weather, let it provide entertainment and relaxation time. Right now, I’m in deep weather envy.
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3rd
February
2006
One of those sleepless nights (unexpected uninvited visitor will do that) meant that the departure for work this morning was somewhat precipitous. Skies were grey, and by noon the snowfall was heavy. The administrative council decided to close the office just before normal quitting time. I shouldn’t complain; it’s hard to change decades of dangerous behaviour quickly.
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13th
January
2006
The temperature soared today, and the bright sun and clement weather softened the atmosphere in the office. An official request to change the venetian blinds which are older than my children has gone in. My work ethic has been (newly) praised. The email server cleanup is done.
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29th
December
2005
The snowstorm of Christmas Day 2005 is being cleared from the neighbouring street, which means that the big trucks have begun their parade. Roughly every seven minutes, another machine applies its “Jake” as it corners by our house, the floor vibrates from the passage outside, and another few cubic metres of snow head off to the party.
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