Monday 25 December 2000

Pic of the day: A fairly happy and fairly tired me in the required Christmas textiles.

Post festum

Not surprisingly, SuperWoman felt rather shabby in the morning. She did eventually get up and we had a late breakfast. I have tried to feed her C vitamins now and again, too. The training is not yet begun, I think she would start running tomorrow. I wonder if that is a good idea with virus in her body. Much as I'd hunger to see her in those runner clothes, I probably will try to dissuade her anyway. It's so not smart to try to cure a viral throat infection by running, and she knows it. She is however quite an anti-hypochondriac. My mother was like that too, and look what it brought her.

I can't always be around to take care of my Friend. She has studied medicine at the university for like 4 years, she should know these things better than I. But humans will be humans. I hope her family don't pressure her into overextending herself. She can do that quite well enough on her own.

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The eating continues with almost undiminished force. My digestion is starting to adapt and speed up the processing. While uncomfortable, I still think it beats constipation any day. I really have a healthy respect for that affliction.

Anyway, as you know I have more than usual sympathy and understanding for problems with the digestion. But hello? How can people use up one and a half roll of toilet paper in half an hour or two? I think there may be some rather arcane rituals around. I really wish schools would teach these kind of things. Oh, and teach the girls to put the toilet seats back up. -Just kidding! I almost always leave them down myself. Vote Magnus for Husband! (Still just kidding.)

The day was quite lazy, with playing games and talking about gall stones and diets and cholesterol and other fascinating topics. Aside from the usual person gallery, there was a visit by SuperHandsome Brother's girlfriend. She is as usual both beautiful and charming.

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SuperWoman has turned into a full time skirt girl, it seems. She has been skirting since she came home, and she is absolutely beautiful in those. Of course she would be absolutely beautiful even without them. Uhm, like in trousers and such I mean, of course. But it does not exactly subtract from her feminine grace, if I may voice my opinion. (Which I guess I can safely do, as she doesn't read my journal.) While I don't usually think of her as a physical being, there is no denying that she's grown into a quite attractive woman. But that's not why I love her, of course. I've repeated that often enough, I trust.

I think some of the most attractive parts of a woman are the behaviors she has learned while she was a child, probably from observing her parents. How to make a man relax, feel accepted, feel valued. Physical beauty can only do so much: Being women, they will eventually open their pretty mouth and say something. And then all bets are off.

I suppose there must be similar values for a man, and those would be quite useful to know. I have heard that women like men who make them laugh. But with me it's the other way around: They make me laugh. Oops. But certainly there are other things. Personally I think sincerity is really big. If you can fake that, you've got it made.

Anyway, in a little over one day I am to go back to my monk cell, where I will have all the time I may need to think these things over, and many more besides. It shall be good to escape the food, at least.

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Quote of the day: "You're supposed to stay together in good days and in evil. I'm one of the evil days." (SuperWoman, to her brother.)