Last eve, the windows wide awake, we welcomed in a bird’s song, a dog’s bark, a neighbor’s wail.
Though these sounds offer a significant change in melody to our nightly routine, the most profound effect of leaving one’s windows wide open occurs on my R.E.M. patterns. Open windows usher in the most unusual and vivid dreams, and I wake finding myself part-dream, part-life-like for a good number of moments. If I was flying amidst miniature skeletons of myself, I wake feeling as if i could still take flight, up over my room, my shoebox house, my street, my tiny town.
My most recent pillow picture show featured the rightly famous Robin Wright and I chatting over tiny teacups within the semi-dated walls of The West Wing–a political television series airing from 1999-2006, which appears relatively positive and straightforward when compared to its forever-twisting counterparts of today (i.e. Scandal, Wright’s House of Cards). I viewed a few seasons over the winter months alongside House of Cards. How dreamy it was to wake thinking Wright and I knew each other so candidly. In fact, my dreams were so vivid and true that if I had met Wright this morn in real-time, I would have readily assumed us bosom comrades.
Have you ever felt a strong reaction upon waking? Not of the nightmarish thread, no. Just a deep sense that something was righted while you slept. With someone else. In another time, perhaps. And what of dreams featuring people you see in your day-to-day? You see them and might converse politely, give a curtsy or two, when silently you harbor some deep crush or other intimations as a result of a recent dream you’ve had with them as a main character.
Or maybe I’m the only dreamer.
Dreams can be crazy-cruel in that way, I guess.
Regardless of broken reverie, I awoke a happy babe. Even the chatty birds outside my window and my cat’s attempts to pounce me into oblivion produced no ill effect on my temperament. Oddly, this clatter was comforting, and I instantly wished to spread comforting vibes to all dwelling in our shoebox. Tummies are the ticket to rouse comfort, here. After feeding the cat-dogs, I made my wee one a giant bowl of blueberries, strawberries, doused in oat and milk. While he played in that, I pulled out an old recipe that’s half-legible from much use when I was first courting Husband. Oh how I wanted to woo him through enchanting his appetite, and thus enchanting some bit of his heart palps. Subconsciously, I must’ve thought if I could cook like his mother-women, then perhaps he would deem me suitable for such a role in his life.
His mother handed down this recipe to me–a favorite in her household. It features all of the comforting foods one can think of–cheese, noodles, and creamy soup abound. We call the dish “tuna noodle casserole.” It’s not fancy. It’s not delicate and can’t be made pretty on a plate. But Husband devours it in one sitting. I find myself drooling as the dish’s scent permeates our shoebox kitch. Something about the combination and all that warmth is so enticing. Since I haven’t seen much of Husband lately, I knew this would be of extra comfort during his night shift. Since I have been making Husband vegetarian meals as of late, the tuna would be appreciated two-fold as well.
As I’m writing this, it is a few strokes of the clock past 9:00 AM. And I couldn’t be any more happier, any more full, with the day’s events. Oh what a feeling: to be young, to be so full. I would write more on your walls, but for now we are off on a walk with fellow ginger babies. My parting gift is this recipe passed down from contented mother-women in hopes that you can make your houses happy, complete with windows wide open of course.
Update — a few ginger babes for your viewing:
Once you wake from dreams, where will your day find you?
In case the photograph is illegible, below is the recipe:
- See instructions, lovedoves.
- Cook 6 oz noodles. Combine with 3 cans of tuna, ½ cup of mayo, 1 cup of sliced celery, and ⅓ cup of chopped onion.
- Blend a 10½ oz can cream of celery soup and ½ cup of milk; heat through.
- Add 1 cup of sharp cheddar shredded, heat until cheese melts.
- Add to noodle mixture.
- Bake uncovered at 425 Degrees for 20 minutes.