22-3-2009 - What in tarnation could that be?

My mood while writing this blog: Ok

Yesterday, I kept hearing something akin to a wrestling match in my bedroom. Now, my rational mind told me that there could not be a wrestling match in the bedroom. Afterall, Ada was the only one in there. Surely, it must be the dogs as they sometimes wrestle and bang around in their dog house. Scott turned down the volume on the computer so I could hear because this had been going on for quite some time and I just couldn't shake the irrational thought that fighting had erupted in my bedroom. I mused that it must be the dogs though I knew in my rational mind that it was not the dogs. Then, I wondered that it must be a dump truck somewhere banging off after it had dumped its load, but where I could not tell you, just somewhere because it couldn't be coming from my bedroom.

A little while later, my rational mind could not take it any more and had to find out once and for all what was going on and if it was going on in my bedroom. I opened the door, and there was Ada, on all fours and banging her head against our wall. She glanced up at me and smiled and then resumed banging her head against the wall. She had dropped her pacifier between the bed and the wall, and she had been trying to retrieve it, dipping her hand between the wall and the bed and banging her head with each attempt. This act of determination lasted no fewer than 10 minutes.

Wrestling match--nah, just a battle between the will and the wall.