Day 22: It's Fucking Snowing

 I think it's safe to say I'm quite firmly over my previous "oh, I love the seasons, I'd miss them if I lived somewhere more temperate" phase. I am grateful that the snow held off as long as it did this year, but less impressed that it decided to make its first appearance a really memorable give-it-your-all one. 

Glancing back over my archives makes it clear that I complain about the snow not often, but reliably. Please enjoy past snow rants here and here.

Random thoughts I had today:

What did you think of Elton John rewriting Candle in the Wind for Princess Diana's funeral? I thought it was tacky in the extreme. It was a lovely song about Marilyn Monroe, and then Diana, who I believe he was personal friends with, died, and he just, like, substituted her in a song that was written for someone else? Did you find it a loving tribute because there were similarities in the way fame and the public were damaging to the two women? Or did you think that, maybe, someone who has written upwards of 400 songs could maybe have arsed himself to pen one more for his friend's funeral?

I was just reading about how in Ancient Greece, homosexual relationships were actually privileged over heterosexual ones - women were kept confined to the house and only considered valuable for procreation, and it was considered more natural for men to prefer the company - emotionally, intellectually and sexually - of other men.  I wonder if there were men who preferred being with women but had to hide it the way homosexuals have had to in the more recent past. I find some twisted humour in imagining this, although of course it's mainly just really sad. 

Well, there were two, so technically "thoughts" was accurate. My blood pressure readings have been much lower since a friend gave me some tips. Turns out that holding your arm as tense as a steel baton while thinking "I'm dying I'm dying I'm dying" is not conducive to accurate or non-alarming results. 

Hope everyone has a good week. I am working, taking my dad for an endoscopy and getting my snow tires on. And I might venture into a *gasp* actual mall.