Dreams, checks, maybe balances

I see there are still people basing a career on the notion that dreams have deep Freudian meaning and guidance for our lives. I doubt if my own do. 

Largely they're a mashup of videos and pictures I've seen recently, thrown together Monty Python style.  Last night a giant hare and other animals showed up on my bed, then I went off to play golf among  volcanic rocks up a mountain. All in brilliant colors. This is in between figuring out solutions to knitting problems. 

It's all very entertaining, but I doubt if it would stand up to analysis. It probably means I need less screen time.

And since I live on what was Lenni Lenape land, have them to thank for caring for it, this is a good time to shout out the annual meeting this weekend 

 And here's a map showing the languages and territory. 

I live right where the dark green meets the lighter green, always in edge territory, me.

I'm not eligible for membership in the Lenni Lenape organization, but there's a Friends group, which sends out news and updates. It's good to remember we still have descendants living here, despite all.

 Happy day, everyone! Let's all tread lightly.

Such a rich life

Yesterday was the knitting group, a reunion with two members who hadn't seen there for ages, and my first since all the exciting health events over the summer.

Here's the endless scarf in progress by our self taught young artist friend, with him considering how much longer to go.

And the temperature blanket in progress by the other person in the picture

The black stripes separate the months 

In other good news they're thinking of moving the morning of the book group which means I could rejoin. It's the same day as the knitting group and I can't do both in one day, time, mileage etc, so I've been choosing the knitting group and missing the bookies.

And the library, this is a library based group, has a current exhibit about early artifacts of the Lenni Lenape original inhabitants, sadly driven out by colonial settlers.

Not very good pictures, light poor, refiections

There are many flint and slate arrowheads, clay lamps and other interesting items in the fields around here , sometimes turned up by spring plowing.

When foundations are dug for new buildings, it's not unusual to turn up interesting early artifacts. Princeton university sends little teams of hopeful archaeologists out, and there's one area down the road which I think may be a learning place, since I've several times seen teams of  students turning over the same corner of a field each spring. 

When RCA built their HQ, across from where we eventually came to live in West Windsor, our neighbors who already lived there would go across after hours, and search about in the upturned earth. 

They found a lot of recognizable items like little oil lamps, the small clay type, arrowheads, axe heads, great stuff. The official archaeologists struck out and the neighbors were so sorry for them that they handed over most of their finds for the museum collection! It was a huge neighborhood joke that two housewives had wiped the eye of the Important Museum People!

Then friend Amitha, next door, back from India, came over with treats they'd brought back

Did ever a person have better neighbors? I think they really appreciate how I love the kids, since a lot of older people are more in the get off my lawn frame of mind. I told her it was far too quiet with them away!

How can anyone bear to move to those 55+ places, where only the occasional visiting grandchild is as seen in the deserted streets? Not my jam, anyway, even when it's noisy I'd rather be pestered with kids and the hilarious things they argue about.

So that's us. The San Francisco jigsaw puzzle is coming along.

 I find I'm the put a couple of pieces in in passing style of puzzler rather than being engrossed for hours.  It's nice to have it in progress on the table.

Happy day everyone I hope your day's as rich as mine