Some of the locals are joining us as volunteers. Some of them are absolutely enraged by how the power company is handling the nuclear zone situation. Others work for the power company.
Wanna know what selfless love looks like? An angry evacuee driving the power company guy to the store. Sure, she needed to talk about it, and she cried. But that was brave and enormously kind. She's well on her way.
A young dad-to-be decided to help with making supper for people at an evacuation shelter. The beauty here is the transition from seeing his own life to seeing a need and taking action.
We distributed bags of veggies. One lady brought a gallon bag of curry she made with them. Another brought a potato dish. Their Japanese give-back-part-of-a-gift instinct is functioning again.
One, very physically ill, practically pounced on the chance to select a crochet hook this morning, and chose two skeins of yarn. By the afternoon she was back with a little round crocheted cloth to give to the assistance center. And wanted a third skein. Did I spoil her by giving in? Absolutely, with no regrets.
The chef, whose story I don't know, stocked our cafe freezer with ice cream bars. He pokes fun and teases, just like I'd expect from a middle-aged man who is reasonably happy. Good to hear good-natured ribbing around here.
Kids and bubbles and origami and sketchbooks and crayons and cat's cradle string. Just plain normal.
A few people admitting they came to the assistance center for the air conditioning. It's a hot one.
Old guy coming upstairs to the volunteer quarters to talk to the staff. Wait for it... sure enough, the standard joking statement that the staff he came to see is his girlfriend. Yeah. His geezer-hood is intact.
Normalcy is invading the tragedy.
Good stuff.
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