Daily Prompts and Messy Homes

Does a messy home (or office) make you anxious and cranky, or is cleaning something you just do before company comes over?

That’s today’s Daily Prompt (henceforth called DP, because I’m lazy; plus it can also stand for Daily Post).  I’ve written only one response to a DP, last December.  The prompt was to recall your earliest memory.  Not only was mine vivid, it was appropriate for the season.  Hell, I even had a picture to go with it!  [I have picture that could go with this DP, too, but it’s too embarrassing to post.]  Earlier this week, the DP asked what brings out your competitive nature.  I started a post, but began to ramble on.  It was getting late and I was too tired to edit it into some kind of order.  So there it sits in my inbox.*

My inbox is a lot like my home.  Messy.  So messy in fact that I started a blog to chronicle my attempt to declutter and clean out.  I was hoping it would motivate me to get moving, but so far my success has been lackluster.  Perhaps today’s prompt is a sign that I should start again.

Or should I?  As it is, this blog doesn’t get much action.  I spend most of my time at SciFi Chick(s), especially right now with the Supernatural March Madness tournament is in full swing.  That will be over in a week or so, but Game of Thrones is starting tonight, and I’m debating whether I should cover it.  (I have a like-hate relationship with the show.)  If I do, that will further tie up my blogging time.

I haven’t really answered the Daily Prompt, have I?  I could answer it at Ms. Pack Brat, but I’m beginning to think three blogs too many.  Yes?  No?  An alternative might be to incorporate Ms. Pack Brat over here.  It might give this blog an overall theme, rather than just my ramblings.  Decisions, decisions.

I’ll leave the whole “how and why I live with clutter” spiel for another post.

*So, what brings out my competitive nature?  Ballroom dancing.  Yep, it’s true.

Childhood Revisited

My Earliest Memory

And how appropriate for the season!

A permanent traumas was averted

Entertaining guests. Permanent trauma averted.

Harken back to a slower, quieter time:  the mid-20th century, an age without digital cameras, when it took a few months to fill up the roll of film and get it developed.

Christmas day:  One 3½-year-old went to bed the night before, thinking of Santa Claus on his rounds, and worried she wouldn’t be able to sleep for all the excitement.

But I did fall asleep, which made the night pass more quickly.

As usual, I was the first one awake Christmas morning.  But I had orders not to go downstairs until my parents and older brother woke up.  It’s amazing that such an unruly, difficult child would obey.  But Christmas was special, and waiting just prolonged the happiness.

When the time finally came, we rambled down the stairs.  The (colored) lights were twinkling on the Christmas tree, and several presents which hadn’t been there the night before beckoned us.  My mother put on a pot of coffee for the grown-ups, but we kids didn’t need any additional stimulation.

One medium-sized box was the last to be opened—a Jack in the Box!  I put my face close to the lid and turned the handle.  A familiar tune played.

All around the Mulberry Bush
The monkey chased the weasel.
The monkey thought it was all in fun.
POP!…

It’s the devil!  Right in my face! 

…goes the weasel.

It scared the living daylights out of me!  I began to sob and continued for an indeterminate amount of time.

Eventually I calmed down and took a closer look.  It wasn’t the devil, it was a clown.  In my defense, though, it was a pretty ugly clown.  And a little scary, especially when one’s face was just a couple inches away.

Turns out it was a pretty good present.  I played with it for hours that day.  Not too many months later, the clown’s felt hat had been torn off, but the music still played, and the clown still popped out on cue.  It continued to entertain me for a very long time.

When I look back, I’m always amazed that, even at that young age, I knew about God and the devil, and the true Christian meaning of Christmas.  It’s something we tend to forget in this modern era of materialism and over-commercialism.

[This post was written in response to a prompt from your friends at WordPress.com’s Daily Post.]