Now, where was I? yes, it was a fabulous day. I sat out back and read my Oprah magazine, had cigarettes and coffee and just enjoyed the birds and the wind and the sun. I opened the door off of my bedroom. It is so luxurious to have a full breeze up there. I had forgotten, it has been so long. Not so enjoyable when it is negative seven outside. Yes, I did just switch units.
You see celsius is better in the winter. Freezing is zero and the scale is quite easy to understand. Fahrenheit it is 32. That is not even an even number! But there is no equivalent to a 70 degree day. In celsius it is in between two whole numbers, it is a fraction. True story. So I switch back and forth but the context is clear. A 70 degree fahrenheit day is warm, a 70 celsius day would be armageddon.
On the deck. That is a great thing about this weather. Seemed like a shame to have to sit on a sunny day, with the thick blinds drawn as to ward off solicitations. Earlier, a girl came trying to sell “Grass Fed Beef”. I let her know that I preferred grain fed. True story.
The grain brings on the finished weight, which includes more fat, earlier, when the meat is more delicious. The older the meat gets, the tougher it gets. Better for soup!, but I digress. It is a Canadian point of honour to know which type of grain you prefer. I have seen the division between barely and corn fed beef. Like choosing sides in an epic battle.