The decision tree

and other confusions

Photo by Julien L on Unsplash

So I am walking toward my little downtown because I have a great desire to sit in the park and see what people are doing. It’s hot today but low humidity and there’s a pleasant breeze so I don’t mind the walk. At a corner near my house I see a compost bin, which I’ve never seen before. What a good idea, I think, and I call the number on the side of the bin to see if I might get one, too. Naturally, no one answers the phone. It would be nice if someone answered the phone because we could talk about composting, and what it might mean for the planet, I could see if there was any kind of accent in the person’s voice, and then we could talk about where they came from. We could allude to how hot it is all over and then we could get down to business: how do I get this compost bin? But no, when I called, I got a recorded voice, giving me all kinds of options for all kinds of things. The message went on and on. I thought, I know, I’ll go home and sit down , and pay some attention to what I’m supposed to do here and then I’ll go for a walk to my little downtown park.