Of Ear Worms and Waterplay

Sunday Morning: before a certain chore must be done today, I have a bit of time on my hands. So, I have chosen a few photos for your viewing pleasure. You're welcome. But before I get to them, I must tell you that I am blaring music in an effort to rid my brain of an ear worm.

I hadn't heard that term until a few weeks ago when I came across it twice within a week, once from reading and once from hearing. It's simply the term that some use for a song that gets stuck in your head. Usually it's just a fragment of a song, and it tends to drive one to distraction. In my case it was Raffi's Bamana Phone, and I'll allow you three guesses should you need that many to guess why a Raffi song is stuck in my head.

So, the iPod is in the speakers, and I'm playing it rather loudly — considering the size of this room and that I'm only about a yard from the speakers. It's actually not that loud in decibel terms.

It's turned hotter than the hinges of hell here in the past few days, so we allowed Nikki Dee a little water play after taking her to the park the other day. The dainty little princess got rather filthy playing in the sand, so the water both cleansed and cooled. I took these pictures through a gap in the gazebo-style tent. She seems quite contemplative in the first.



And then the splashing began in earnest.