Wednesday 8 September 1999

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Pic of the day: The flowers that my Best Friend gave her mother for her birthday. Sweet, aren't they?

I never do things like that. These people express their emotions for one another. I find it strange and fascinating. This is not how I do. I don't give flowers or call people on birthdays. I don't say "I love you" or "I've missed you". And I don't quarrel. I just leave people to guess. (Or, of course, they could read my diary...)

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So today Supergirl ... oops, Superwoman has been calling around to find a hospital for her compulsory one month hospital practice. You'd think that doctors would be overjoyed to have her trailing along, but they seem to be swamped. I, of course, hope that she gets practice place in Kristiansand. If that's OK with her, of course! So far it looks good.

Yes, there has been an upgrade. Supergirl is now referring to herself as Superwoman. It takes some time to get used to, so in case I slip, it's the same girl. Ooops, woman. And she still does not want her picture on the Internet. Which I can certainly appreciate, her being female and all. I'm not bothered about people seeing a less than perfect me. Then again, I am a less than perfect me. And I love me that way. Don't you all? :)

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In the evening, we visited the Old Friend, which is Super's big sister. Now with a cool little baby, who started crying when I held him and continued occasionally throughout the evening, without going to sleep. They live quite nicely in their little rented house, except for the fact that their water closet doesn't work - and neither do the lights in or near the bathroom. Consequently, everyone felt the need to go to the bathroom, since we couldn't. You know how it works. Apart from that, we had a hilarious evening.

For starters, the hostess repeatedly called her dear husband "Magnus", which he isn't. I hope to God above that this is not something that happens on a daily basis (much less nightly) but was simply caused by the confusion of having me traipsing around on their floor. Their relationships frankly looks to be able to handle it - they seem to cooperate very smoothly and friendly and have a lot of fun together. Anyway, we spent quite a bit of the evening recounting wild lapses of speech.

We, in this case, was not just Superwoman and me and Old Friend and husband. No, to my great surprise and joy there was also two other family members ... including the Great Earth Mother, the midwife which I've mentioned recently. Somewhat reduced in size, she was still basically the same cool young woman that I remembered. Somewhat to my disappointment, she was wearing a large, loose-fitting shirt that hid much of her recent weight loss. She isn't abnormally thin, but I did not see enough to say whether or not she overshot her ideal size. She's lost ten kilo, and that's quite a bit.

I'm a bit tongue-tied around the midwife. And she's like assuming that I only have eyes for Supie. Well, it's not quite that simple, but I do love my Best Friend like myself, give or take a little. That doesn't mean I don't have anything to spare for my other friends! It's not like I am in love or something. Not really. I'm not that stupid, even if I had been able to fall in love.

But anyway, inbetween cheese and apple pie, we had a lot of fun, with banter and old stories. Superwoman groaned when they wanted the old story about how I got stuck in a less than dignified situation. But the others love it, particularly my Old Friend. And anyway she groans everytime somebody delights in my humiliation. One typical quote of her: "Magnus, how COULD you do something that stupid?"

It takes practice, people. Long and hard work. But the results speak for themselves.


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