Splish Splash

I wish it would rain. It is hot for the end of September, and rather than peeking at the beautiful fall colors of the leaves on the gigantic tree outside my window at work which also overlooks the C&O canal (yes, it is a rough life) where there are ducks, turtles, and even a crane, the leaves look as though one errant cigarette butt from my esteemed colleagues smoking on the balcony could light the entire tree aflame, burnt to ashes that could disappear in the wind while I stare blankly at my computer screen. Terrifying really.

Don't ask me where that monologue came from. The point of this entry was supposed to be about bathtime, which now seems so boring in comparison to the flaming tree. And yet it isn't. There is just something so amazing about such a little body squirming his slippery body around in the tub while he splashes water in his eyes with his wet hair sticking straight up on the top with his curly q's in the back. I wish I could find a tub big enough, and push aside the images of a whale flailing about in a swimming pool long enough to enjoy my own bathtime that much.

Speaking of out-of-place animals in swimming pools - I learned yesterday that the park service in DC actually trucks in the wildlife (including turtles, fish and whatnot) to the canal for the summer tourists, and then hauls them away before they are permanently preserved in the ice for my winter viewing pleasure. Interesting indeed.