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Nothing much happens: bedtime stories to help you sleep
Date Night (Encore)
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Season 15, Episode 39
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- [00:01]
Kathryn Nicolai
Hi friends, A quick note. You will notice that when you listen to older episodes, anything beyond the most recent eight, you will sometimes hear ads that aren't in my voice right after this message and before the show starts. This wasn't an easy decision. I care a lot about protecting the calm space we've built here, but making this change is necessary to keep nothing much happens happening. If you prefer to listen without ads, premium memberships are available and they're super affordable, about 10 cents a day and they include the entire catalog ad free. We have a link in the notes of this and every episode to help you subscribe. Thanks for being here. I'm so grateful that we get to do this together.
- [01:02]
Bob Wittersheim
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- [01:08]
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- [01:13]
Kathryn Nicolai
Just doesn't feel right?
- [01:15]
Unknown
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- [02:41]
Kathryn Nicolai
Welcome to Bedtime Stories for Everyone in.
- [02:47]
Bob Wittersheim
Which Nothing much Happens. You feel good and then you fall asleep.
- [02:56]
Kathryn Nicolai
I'm Kathryn Nicolai. I write and read all the stories you hear on Nothing Much Happens. Audio engineering is by Bob Wittersheim. We are bringing you an encore episode tonight. Meaning that this story originally aired at some point in the past. It could have been recorded with different equipment in a different location. And since I'm a person and not a computer, I sometimes sound just slightly different. But the stories are always soothing and family friendly. And our wishes for you are always deep. Rest and sweet dreams.
- [03:46]
Bob Wittersheim
This method works by giving your brain something to attach to. It becomes like an anchor. Your ship drops anchor and instead of traveling all over the place, your mind is held in one soft, relaxing place and you rest. All you need to do is listen. I'll tell the story twice and I'll go a little slower the second time through. If you wake in the night, don't hesitate to turn an episode right back on with time. You'll wake less and even when you do, you'll return to sleep within moments. Our story tonight is called Date Night. And it's a story about a bike ride to a place where X marks the spot on a hand drawn map. It's also about lavender lemonade, minnows in the shallows, wagging tails and a toast made while the dogs wind a leash around your ankle.
- [05:00]
Kathryn Nicolai
I was a full time yoga teacher for over 20 years and I know the power of intentional breathing. It's why our two deep breaths have been part of our bedtime routine since episode one. And that's why I want to introduce you to Moon Bird. Moonbird is a handheld breathing device designed to comfortably fit in the palm of your hand. When you shake it, it will start inflating and deflating. So in your hand it will feel like you're holding a little bird that is breathing in and out. The only thing you need to do is breathe along with it. When Moonbird inflates, you breathe in. When Moonbird deflates, you breathe out. Simple, intuitive, and takes all the effort and thinking out of your breathing exercises. It's the perfect companion to your bedtime ritual. Or use it when you're meditating, when you're stuck in traffic. Anytime you need an assist in feeling calm and focused. Listen. I know how to breathe to feel better. But still I use Moonbird because when my mind is racing or wandering, I need a little guidance and it makes my deep breathing more effective. So when you wake in the middle of the night, don't reach for your phone unless it's to restart your bedtime story. That's fine. Reach for Moonbird. Visit Moonbird Life nothingmuch happens to save 20%. We've got it linked in our show notes.
- [06:54]
Bob Wittersheim
Now it's time. Turn out your light, set down your device and get as comfortable as you can. Tuck yourself in with all the loving care little you needs Tonight. Draw a deep breath in through the nose and sigh from your mouth. One more. Breathe in and out. Good date night out in the garage. The bikes were almost ready. We'd pumped up the tires and made sure both of the trailers were properly coupled to our rear axles. At first we debated on just going, the two of us. After all, it was meant to be a date night. But what can we say? Our dogs Crumb and Birdie, our sweet kitty Marmalade. They are part of our love story and we loved to be together. I didn't expect Marmalade to be a fan of riding in the bike trailer. I tried taking her out in a cat stroller once, and we'd only made it past a few houses before her yowling made it clear that this was not her cup of tea. But she kept sneaking out into the garage, climbing into the little mesh sided wagon, and the third time I found her there, I cautiously zipped her in and opened the garage door. I walked the bike down the driveway, watching her face. She lounged on the blanket I'd spread over the seat, seemingly at ease, and when I got to the street and she still seemed content, I kicked one leg over the bike and pushed off slowly down a block, across another. She stared at the trees in the avenue, and when I stopped at a stop sign, I could actually hear her purring from behind me. Since then, a few times a week when I am tying on my sneakers, she'll approach on her silent orange paws and sit in front of me and blink expectantly. Then we take a ride together. As for the dogs, they were up for anything, especially Crumb. He was little and brown like a spunky barking loaf of bread, and he got riled up when just about anything happened. If we were going for a walk, for a ride in the car, out into the backyard or up to bed, he was just happy to be in on the fun. Birdie, a retired Greyhound whose dating profile would say must love naps and canceled plans, was less enthusiastic. He'd still wag his thin whipped tail and lean his shoulder into your leg when you mentioned a ride, but he didn't usually get the Zoomies about it. We were headed out to a spot we hadn't been to before, following a map that we'd been gifted at our wedding in September of the year before. The best man had drawn an X on the map, a spot near a lake where we could picnic and relax and watch the ripples on the water. He'd also gifted us these bikes, two beautiful cruisers, mine orange like Marmalade, with a brown basket in tribute to Crumb, his gray like Birdie. He'd attached one of the trailers when he delivered the gifts. None of us knew then what ride or die fanatics the animals would become, but once we'd realized how much they enjoyed it, he'd order just the second one so we could all bike together. Marmee and Crum shared one of the trailers. They were about the same size, though her orange fluffy fur made her seem a bit bigger. They were snuggle bugs anyway, and always had their paws looped together or a chin resting on the other's back, so they were happy to ride together. Birdie was so big, so long and lanky, with those thin stick legs that went for miles, his long back and knobbly knees. He rode better on his own, and we put an extra blanket in the cushioned seat for him. Greyhounds can get cold easily, and he regularly wore sweaters even in the late spring for them. We'd packed their travel water bowls and.
- [14:16]
Kathryn Nicolai
Water.
- [14:18]
Bob Wittersheim
Treats and toys for us. We packed lemonade made with lavender syrup, little savory pastries from the bakery, which were filled with juicy sun dried tomatoes and toasted pine nuts. Then we had some fruit, a little container of the first strawberries of the season, and pears from the corner store. There were crackers and hummus, some quick pickles and smoked almonds, and a big chocolate bar to share. I'd heard the concept of a picky tea recently and it had inspired me. It was a meal made of little bits and bites, some of it from leftovers in the back of the fridge, but perfect for a picnic. It took a minute to load the bikes, to get the pets in their harnesses buckled into their trailers, but the sun was still high in the afternoon sky when we set out. I had the map stretched across the top of my bike basket, held in place with binder clips, and I directed us through the neighborhoods and downtown, then down a long dirt road. We went slow. The ride was half the point. I always found that being on a bike made me smiley, giggly, and if we rolled down a gentle hill I still thrilled at it like I had when I was 10 years old. We followed a curve, and where I expected to find a dead end, the scenery instead opened up on a beautiful view, a lake that came right up to the road, with pretty houses lining the far shore and a few picnic tables and benches, shady trees and soft grass to rest on. We turned our handlebars and slowed on the grass, pulled the bikes up beside a table. You could smell the lake, but that good sweet water scent, and we paused, still sitting astride the bikes with our toes on the ground Just sighing contentedly at the vista. Then Crumb sneezed and we both laughed. Sometimes dogs sneeze for the same reason we do, but they also do it when they are playing or excited. I often noticed that Crumb sneezed when a wrestling match with Birdie or Marmee was starting to feel a little too serious. It broke the tension. We got off our bikes and started to unzip the trailers. Marmee did not walk on a leash. No way. She was not that kind of cat. She might have let me carry her around in a basket, but the bikes were parked in the shade and she seemed happy to stay buckled in and listen to the birds. I gave her a few treats and balanced a water bowl beside her and re zipped the flap. After I snuck Crumb out, Birdie climbed out, taking long, slow down dogs and up dogs. We walked them up to the water, and I kept Crumb close. He was a muddle of many breeds, and while I was pretty sure none of them were retriever, I didn't want to risk finding out I was wrong and having to wade in to fetch him back. Right in the shallows beside the grassy edge, we peered down together and spotted tadpoles swimming awkwardly, tiny minnows drifting in schools. At the table, we unpacked our picky tea party, poured the lemonade, and toasted each other. This love felt so natural to me from the very beginning, like something that was obvious and inevitable and instantly comfortable. But still, when our eyes locked, when we held hands, when I heard his step on the stairs coming to bed at night, a tiny flutter of butterflies still bounded around inside me. Crumb tangled his leash around my ankle. Birdie let out a little hummy whine, begging for a bite of our meal. But still we held each other's gaze, smiled, and touched our glasses together. Here's to us. Date night. Out in the garage, the bikes were almost ready. We pumped up the tires and made sure both of the trailers were properly coupled to our rear axles. At first we debated on just going, the two of us. After all, it was meant to be a date night. But what can we say? Our dogs Crumb and Birdie, our sweet kitty Marmalade. They are part of our love story, and we love to be together. I didn't expect Marmalade to be a fan of riding in the bike trailer. I tried taking her out in a cat stroller once when we'd only made it past a few houses before. Her yowling made it clear that this was not her cup of tea, but she kept sneaking out into the garage and climbing into the little mesh sided wagon, and the third time I found her there, I cautiously zipped her in and opened the garage door. I walked the bike down the driveway, watching her face. She lounged on the blanket I'd spread over the seat, seemingly at ease, and when I got to the street and she still seemed content, I kicked one leg over the bike and pushed off slowly down a block, across another. She stared at the trees in the avenue, and when I stopped at a stop sign I could actually hear her purring from behind me. Since then, a few times a week when I am tying on my sneakers, she'll approach on her silent orange paws and sit in front of me and blink expectantly and we take a ride together. As for the dogs, they were up for anything, especially Crumb. He was little and brown like a spunky barking loaf of bread, and he got riled up when just about anything happened. If we were going for a walk, for a ride in the car, out into the backyard, or up to bed, he was just happy to be in on the fun. Birdie, a retired Greyhound whose dating profile would say must love naps and canceled plans, was less enthusiastic, but he would go with the flow. He'd still wag his thin whipped tail and lean his shoulder into your leg when you mentioned a ride, but he didn't usually get the zoomies about it. We were headed out to a spot we hadn't been to before, following a map that we'd been gifted at our wedding in September the year before. The best man had drawn an X on a map, a spot near a lake where we could picnic and relax and watch the ripples on the water. He'd also gifted us these bikes, two beautiful cruisers, mine orange like marmalade, with a brown basket in tribute to Crumb, his gray like Birdie. He'd attached one of the trailers when he delivered the gifts. None of us knew then what ride or die fanatics the animals would become, but once we realized how much they enjoyed it, he ordered us a second one so we could all bike together. Marmee and Crumb shared one of the trailers. They were about the same size, though her fluffy orange fur made her seem a bit bigger. They were snuggle bugs anyway, and always had their paws looped together or a chin resting on the other's back so they were happy to ride together. Birdie was so big, so long and lanky with those thin stick legs that went for miles, his long back and knobbly knees. He rode better on his own, and we put an extra blanket in the cushioned seat for him. Greyhounds can get cold easily, and he regularly wore sweaters even in the late spring. For them, we'd packed their travel water bowls and water treats and toys for us. We packed lemonade made with lavender syrup, little savory pastries from the bakery, which were filled with juicy sun dried tomatoes and toasted pine nuts. Then we had some fruit, a little container of the first strawberries of the season, and pears from the corner store. There were crackers and hummus, some quick pickles and smoked almonds, and a big chocolate bar to share. I'd heard the concept of a picky tea recently and it had inspired me. It was a meal made of little bits and bites, some of it from leftovers in the back of the fridge, but perfect for a picnic. I took a minute to load the bikes to get the pets in their harnesses buckled into their trailers, but the sun was still high in the afternoon sky when we set out. I had the map stretched across the top of my bike basket held in place with binder clips, and I directed us through the neighborhoods and downtown, then down a long dirt road. We went slow. The ride was half the point, and I always found that being on a bike made me smiley giggly, and if we rolled down a gentle hill I still thrilled at it like I had when I was 10 years old. We followed a curve and where I expected to find a dead end, the scenery instead opened up on a beautiful view, a lake that came right up to the road, with pretty houses lining the far shore and a few picnic tables and benches, shady trees and soft grass to rest on. We turned our handlebars and slowed on the grass, pulled the bikes up beside a table. You could smell the lake, that good sweet water scent, and we paused, still sitting astride the bikes with our toes on the ground, just sighing contentedly at the vista. Then Crumb sneezed and we both laughed. Sometimes dogs sneeze for the same reasons we do, but they also do it when they are playing or excited. I often noticed that Crumb sneezed when a wrestling match with birdie or marmot was starting to feel a little too serious. It broke the tension. We got off our bikes and started to unzip the trailers. Now Marmee did not walk on a leash, no way, she was not that kind of cat. She might have let me carry her around in a basket, but the bikes were parked in the shade and she seemed happy to stay buckled in and listen to the birds. I gave her a few treats and balanced a water bowl beside her and re zipped the flap. After I snuck Crumb out, Birdie climbed out, taking long, slow down dogs and updogs. We walked them up to the water, and I kept Crumb close. He was a muddle of many breeds, and while I was pretty sure none of them were retriever, I didn't want to risk finding out I was wrong and having to wade in to fetch him back out. Right in the shallows beside the grassy edge, we peered down together and spotted tadpoles swimming awkwardly, tiny minnows drifting in schools. At the table we unpacked our picky tea, poured the lemonade, and toasted each other. This love felt so natural to me from the very beginning, like something that was obvious and inevitable and instantly comfortable. But still, when our eyes locked, when we held hands, when I heard his step on the stairs coming to bed at night, a tiny flutter of butterflies bounded around inside me. Crumb tangled his leash around my ankle. Birdie let out a hummy little whine, begging for a bite of our meal, and still we held each other's gaze, smiled, and touched our glasses together. Here's to us. Sweet dreams.