That may be part of it, but if I were unfamiliar with both, and it were up to me to pick one of the two to use strictly for the purpose of reporting outdoor temperatures, I think I’d pick the one in which 0 to 100 degrees spanned the range I would normally expect to encounter. Although there is something to be said for having below-freezing temperatures represented by negative numbers.
It sounds like the given reason isn’t the real reason. The real reason is possibly along the lines of not wanting to concede any loss of independence. Though I don’t know your wife so I could be way off here.
No, the real reason is definitely her not wanting anyone to see the inside of our house. She is the granddaughter of Pillars of Our [small] Community, and as such, she has been aware, since childhood, of always being mindful of What People Think. A form of childhood trauma lingering well into adulthood.
When I win the lottery, I shall join my monied elite friends by becoming the owner of a thoroughbred; I shall name him Durante’s Proboscis. I predict he’ll win by a nose.
And 72°F rounds down to 22°.
I can tell the difference, just as I can see gradations of color that are named in my language but not others. I don’t have trouble converting between miles and kilometers, and keep my Fitbit and Maps programs set to metric.
I transitioned from f to c when I moved to England and then Canada. It’s not hard.
And Canada made the miles to kilometres easy by skipping all that silly distance stuff and just going by time.
"It takes 15 minutes to get to town or drive down the road about 10 minutes and make a left. "
Easy peasy.
You’re female
As a runner & cyclist I can do km easily & can almost natively think in kms because I’ve done so many 5ks & 10ks (& 400, 600, & 800s on a track) & know that 21k=13.1mi / 42k=26.2mi (½ & full marathons, respectively) so if you tell me to drive x km up the road I have a good idea of how far I’m going or when I see a speed limit of x kph I know what the equivalent is on my mph speedo.
Remembering 1L ≈ 1 qt makes liquid conversion fairly simple.
I just can’t convert temps in my head; it’s more math than I can brain.
Eh, I speak a native language with many color words. Ability to discern gradations of color has a linguistic component.
I just don’t want to know anything about the colour of “Seam Foam”.
I mean, I was a teenage boy once.
I found out this morning that a coworker has covid. Now I have a little cough and sore throat. So far the test is negative, but I’m not sure if I feel like going back to work.
My place has gotten very cluttered and is also in need of a good cleaning. Part of the reason (at least that’s what I keep telling myself) is that with all the health issues I’ve had over the past five or so years I kept putting off doing things. I’ve been saying for the past year that I really need to, at the very least, have someone come over to give the place a good cleaning and help me de-clutter. I’ve even thought about signing up for a cleaning service to come over once a month or so to help me keep on top of it.
But, like your wife, I really don’t want want anyone to see how messy my place is. I don’t want anybody going through my stuff and telling me (rightfully) that I really need to through some of this crap out.
- Sign up for a cleaning service (price no object, see #4), and book a date of February 2nd.
- Spend the next week angsting over that.
- Spend the rest of November panicking about someone coming over, and by January you’ll have done a ruthless de-clutter and a deep cleaning.
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Cancel the cleaner.
I’ve got several trips planned over the next two months, including visiting the family at Christmas. But (health permitting) I’ve told myself that I’m going to buckle down and tackle everything that needs to be done as I have time. My approach is going to be like eating an elephant: one bite at a time.
Not to mention 325,851 gallons in an acre-foot. An obvious correlation.
Are McDonalds hamburgers safe to eat yet? (Listeria)
So far it has been isolated to the onions on Quarter Pounders.
Feel free to order any burger that’s not a Quarter Pounder; or if you must have one, ask them to hold the onions.
Not that I do fast food very often, ever, and I think I haven’t eaten at McDonald’s for months now, but my intolerance for onions (can’t digest them) is finally trying to protect me for once, I guess.
My wife is like that. Learned it from her mother. The house is always neat as a pin, but never neat enough for her, and full panic mode sets in if she finds out someone is coming over (which never happens much anyway).
When we were both working, we had a woman come to the house for about an hour every other week to do stuff like clean bathrooms, vacuum or mop floors, dust the furniture, etc. On the days Sheila was coming to clean, my wife would be running around the house like crazy for about a half hour before leaving for work, straightening up so the house didn’t look like a mess.
The kicker was that my wife claimed the reason for hiring a house cleaner was so that it would free up some time for us on weekends. So guess what we did on weekends? More chores!
So, I could order from them via Grubhub if I wanted to… and schedule delivery to any local Rump campaign HQ…?
"No no… he likes onions. Lots of onions. Thank you… "
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Now… for the next question: I’m not very good with the names of plays.
Does anyone know what play this scene is from…? Thanks…!
The Sound of Music, maybe? As I recall, Captain Von Trapp was not pleased when the Nazis “decorated” his house with Nazi flags.