New friends from far away...and bubbles!

Yesterday we were invited to the home of my niece-in-law's mother (Naomi) for a barbecue and to meet Naomi's good friends from Tokyo, Yuki and her son Rintaro.

Naomi and Yuki have been friends for many years; Naomi is a psychologist and author here in the States, and Yuki, also a psychologist, has translated many of Naomi's books into Japanese.

Eight-year-old Rintaro and our almost-six-year-old great niece, Violet, have become fast friends. They greeted us in their kimonos (Violet's was a gift from Yuki and Rintaro), and Rintaro immediately handed us as gifts the two origami birds shown in my header. He made these birds himself.

It was a pleasure to get to know Yuki, a very gracious and friendly lady. Since she is a clinical psychologist, she has traveled to Sendai and surrounding areas where the earthquake and tsunami were so devastating. She said there are two distinct groups of survivors from that region: those who face what has happened and have moved to whatever accommodations they've been able to acquire and are getting on as best they can with their lives, and those who still cling to their damaged homes, refusing to believe what has been thrust upon them. She told us of visiting the home of one lady. The house appeared to be intact, that is until the lady pulled back a curtain that she had hung along one side of the house. Behind the curtain her home was little more than rubble. Yuki says the situation in the Sendai region is still extremely critical, and she spoke harshly when saying she feels the government is not doing enough to help its people.

As we adults talked about the earthquake and tsunami and the aftermath, it didn't occur to most of us in the room that young Rintaro is still very much traumatized by the earthquake that shook Tokyo and, no doubt, by the news reports out of the Sendai region. I saw Rintaro gently shake his mother's sleeve cuff. He was asking her to change the topic of conversation. Who can blame him? I'm sure there are many thousands of youngsters in Japan still troubled and frightened anew each time a new tremor is felt.

Our visit with Naomi, Yuki, and Rintaro wasn't exclusively serious, though. Ken had helped me prepare a "Super Bubbles Kit" to take along for Rintaro and Violet to play with. While I mixed the bubble solution (water, Dawn dish detergent, corn starch, baking powder, and glycerin), Ken shortened some retired broom handles and dowels, put eye screws in one end of each handle, and left it to me to thread the eyes with heavy cotton string with a washer or two on the longer string, for weight.

The Super Bubbles Kit was a hit.

It takes a bit of practice to learn how to make a large, elongated bubble, but soon everyone had mastered the art, and giant bubbles floated around Naomi's neighborhood. Violet and her dad even developed the ability to make simultaneous bubbles, which were especially impressive.

I'm glad Naomi included us in her get-together for her dear Japanese friends. We enjoyed ourselves thoroughly.