Our neighbors give us the best views. This time of year, the hallway is light up from the reflected light of that tree, which you can see through the door and across the street.
There were two of those trees there. One of them was cut down. I don’t know why and I can’t bring myself to ask. It’s none of my business, of course, but you could look toward the front of the house and everything looked yellow in the fall. And to play in those leaves, as the children do, would have seemed magical. Alas.
More and more I think there should be a very specific and necessary reason to do things with trees. The most frivolous thing you should do is climb one, or hang a tire swing. Otherwise, there should be a checklist. Paperwork. Digital, of course.
Sure, some trees would still be harvested. We need lumber and paper products and some are dangerous or have disease concerns. Sometimes you might need to just thin a stand of trees. These, and other reasons, are good reasons. “I tire of raking” is not a reason.
Aside from a few moments of sun shining through, allowing for that photograph, it was largely a gray day. Good one to stay inside and do some work. There is, of course, much of that to do.
In class this evening we talked about strategic media planning. This is important, and very interesting to me. And you can almost tell exactly when the group collectively decides they’ve had enough. This is funny to me, but I press on. I’m on a mission, after all.
Maybe the problem is that I didn’t show any videos this evening. The difficulty, of course, being that there aren’t a lot of great movies, TV shows, or commercials that have to do with media buying and psychographics.
So, instead, we walked through an exercise as if we were helping to plan the university’s homecoming festivities. That’s taking next week, so we can parallel. And then I had them break into a little group exercise, which they’re all eager to do, if only because it means thy hear less from me.
We got out about almost minutes early. Small victory in a 2:45 minute class.
Afterward one of the students stuck around. I asked one question and we wound up chatting about classes, sports, the commute, life, Otis Redding, for about 90 minutes. It was delightful. The little things can be very big things.
And now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to go find an idea. More on that tomorrow. If I find one.
