Last week, a friend whom I know just on the net through mutually reading
each blog, sent me a message saying that she would come to Japan
on a trip and on the way to Izumo, as she would pass Okayama,
she would like to meet me if possible.
She and I happen to use the same nickname "Taramama" in the net.
For me, it means my daughter, Tara's mam.
For her, it means her cat, Tara's mam.
As she started MIXI earlier than I, in order to avoid using
the same nickname there,
I come to use the different nickname "Tarakomamma" in MIXI.
Additionally, last October, her cat Tara passed away at the age of nine.
After one month later, last November,
so did my dog Elza at the age of nine.
We are in the similar situation.
She, I met at Okayama station for the first time, is a small and slim girl.
I took her to Kourakuen Park and Okayama Castle, having chat with her.
In the meanwhile, we found the company she works at in New York and
my husband's company have a connection and
further she uttered the familiar name of my husband's co-worker!?
She said Mr. M usually comes to her office as a representative of
Mr. M wants to talk to her there because she is Japanese and
he thinks he could make himself understood in Japanese.
Mr. M often talks to my husband here in the office,
because they have the knowledge and interests in common.
This is really amazing.
Between New York and Okayama
I thought she would be a person who lives in New York completely
with no connection with me.
This time, we happened to meet and found we are linked.
Then, I remember the same thing happened in Moscow and Okayama
a few years ago.
That time, as the background was more serious, I was more shocked.
It is a long story. So I don't say any more here.
But, these things happen occasionally.
Meeting someone is mysterious.
It is as if individual points were connected with a line.