REFLECTIONS

I was having some fun with these very different views on life.  I'm not always sure which one I am. When I'm in a low mood and watch the news I become a pessimist. When I wake up full of energy and spend time outside in my backyard I'm an optimist. I'm not too sure about being a realist.  It depends on if I'm correct in assuming that what I believe is true is what actually is true or if I'm only fooling myself and am wrong. I hope for the best.  "Hopefulist".  It's a word just made up for myself.   I can add to the caption on the image of a sailboat for this post. "The pessimist complains about the wind; The optimist expects it to change; The realist adjusts the sails; The " hopefulist " prays that adjusting the sails will really work ."  If things don't look too good then I usually hope against hope. Idioms: "hope against hope,  to continue to hope, although the outlook does not warrant

Summary    ~Find environments where you meet people who share your interests and values.  ~Build trust. ~It takes time. ~It's not just online. Not so easy but worth a try. 

I blogged an earlier post about this same plant when I first discovered it in one of my flower pots: R E F L E C T I O N S- Datura (Thorn Apple) Planted Itself !

I found this railroad car on display at Clearbrook Park.  It looks like it was recently painted a bright red, just as I picture a caboose to be. The wheels seems strong and secure. Here the break is just stating to touch the wheel on the left.

These are photos of what grew in my tomato garden this year.  My back hurt too much for me to do any gardening. I just let the weeds grow. In their own way they are beautiful. A leftover tomato plant from last year came back but it stayed small and grew no tomatoes.  This tall weed looks like some sort of bush. This is a closeup of its main stem.  I like the green and white vertical stripes. I wonder if these pods will blossom  or if they are filled with seeds for next year.

Genealogy on my father's side of the family stops at: Angela Di Clemente (the grandmother I never met) Named as the mother of Antonio Mallozzi 1. On his Death Certificate (16 July 1971) 2. On his Marriage Certificate (8 November 1947) There is no further documentation. Giovanni Mallozzi (the grandfather I never met) Named as the father of Antonio Mallozzi 1. On his Death Certificate (16 July 1971) (Named "John") 2. On his Marriage Certificate (8 November 1947) There is no further documentation. I also have a few photos of people I do not know and there is almost no documentation to verify that we are related.   But they most likely are relatives.   ~Otherwise, why would the photos be kept for all these years? ~Also, they look like they could be family members. There is a military background.   Now this military history belongs in Italy where my father was born.  He was in Mussolini's army as a cook (most likely drafted!); in Eritrea which