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0:01
Welcome to bedtime stories
0:03
for grown ups in
0:05
which nothing much happens,
0:09
you feel good, and then
0:11
you fall asleep. I'm
0:14
Catherine Nikolay. I
0:16
write and read all the stories
0:18
you hear on Nothing Much Happens.
0:21
Audio Engineering is by Bob Wittersheim.
0:26
My book, also called Nothing
0:29
Much Happens, is available wherever
0:31
books are sold. Thank
0:34
you for your support. Let
0:37
me say a little about
0:39
how to use this podcast.
0:43
When your mind wanders and
0:46
then races at night,
0:48
keeping you up, making
0:51
you feel anxious and exhausted,
0:55
you need a way to guide it, to
0:58
steer it into calm waters.
1:02
And that's what these stories are. They
1:06
are quiet, simple places
1:10
to rest your mind.
1:13
Just by following along with
1:15
the sound of my voice,
1:17
you'll begin to train your brain for
1:20
better sleep. I'll
1:23
read the story twice,
1:26
and I'll go a little slower on the
1:28
second time through. If
1:31
you wake in the middle of the night, think
1:34
back to any part of the story
1:36
that you can remember, Lean
1:39
into whatever details you can recall
1:42
or create, and
1:44
you'll drop right back off. Our
1:48
story tonight is called
1:51
from the Hammock, and
1:54
it's a story about naps and
1:57
where and when and
2:01
under what circumstances we
2:03
take them. It's
2:06
also about a slow walk through
2:09
the garden, jars
2:12
of pickles put up in the cellar, and
2:17
knowing that what you seek is
2:19
seeking you. It's
2:24
time turn
2:27
off your light, settle
2:30
down into your favorite sleeping
2:32
position. You
2:35
have done enough for today.
2:40
It is enough. Now.
2:43
It is time to sleep, and
2:47
I'll be here watching
2:49
over as you drift off. Take
2:53
a slow breath in through your
2:55
nose and
2:59
sigh out through your mouth again,
3:06
in and
3:10
out.
3:16
Good from
3:20
the hammock. There
3:24
are different kinds of
3:26
naps. There
3:29
is the accidental nap, the
3:33
one you didn't see coming,
3:37
when you've settled in to watch a movie
3:40
or read your book and
3:44
suddenly you find yourself sliding
3:47
deeper into the sofa,
3:51
the book falling from your hands,
3:55
or the movie playing on without
3:57
you as you drop off. Then
4:03
there is the car nap. This
4:07
one is particularly sweet
4:10
when you're on a lengthy road trip
4:15
or the way home from a long
4:17
day out,
4:20
curled up in the passenger seat
4:24
or in the back, with
4:26
an equally sleeping kiddo's head
4:29
on your shoulder, a
4:31
belly full of Thanksgiving dinner, and
4:36
the radio on quietly as
4:38
street lights roll past.
4:43
Sometimes a nap is
4:45
fully planned. You
4:49
pull the shades in the bedroom and
4:53
get out of your clothes at two in the afternoon
4:58
and slide between the sheets, which
5:03
in that moment has never
5:05
felt better in your life.
5:11
You stretch out and take
5:13
up the whole bed and
5:16
just register the sound of cars
5:19
passing on the street before
5:23
you slip into sleep. But
5:28
the best nap, at
5:31
least in my opinion, is
5:34
the nap after a day in
5:36
the sun, swimming
5:39
and playing, gardening
5:42
or walking. Maybe
5:46
you've even had a shower, undressed
5:50
and clean soft clothes. I
5:55
found that irresistible heaviness
5:58
pulling you down into a or
6:02
some other shady spot where
6:05
you sleep until
6:08
someone wakes you to
6:11
tell you that supper is ready. Those
6:16
are the naps I still think
6:18
of the
6:22
ones I took as a child, with
6:25
the comforting sound of grown ups in
6:28
the background, chatting
6:30
and laughing as they cooked on the grill
6:34
or shucked corn, the
6:38
clink of plates and cups and
6:41
forks being set out, and
6:44
then a soft touch on my shoulder, cool
6:49
hand on my face to
6:51
let me know it was time to
6:54
wash up and
6:56
come to the table. Now
7:01
grown up myself, I'd
7:04
had a few chances to
7:06
be that cool hand, that
7:11
quiet voice that called
7:13
some one else from their nap, and
7:17
watched them blink and yawn
7:20
before filling their plate and
7:23
happily tucking in. I
7:27
was thinking of it to day, of
7:31
the kinds of naps and
7:35
the memories of sleepily dropping
7:37
off in different spots.
7:41
As I rowed the boat in
7:44
from the center of the lake, there
7:48
were already folks stretched
7:51
out in lounge chairs
7:54
and dozing on beech towels by
7:57
the edge of the water. They'd
8:01
only gotten out of their beds
8:03
a few hours ago, but
8:06
were peacefully sawing logs
8:09
in the sand.
8:13
That's the way of vacations, all
8:16
that pent up exhaustion finally
8:21
being given into. The
8:25
sun was still an hour or so
8:27
away from its highest spot, and
8:31
the day was getting warmer. The
8:35
morning mist had burned off completely,
8:39
and the june bugs were singing in the trees.
8:45
When my oars bumped along the
8:48
sandy lake bottom, I
8:50
pulled them into the boat and
8:54
carefully shifted on the seat till
8:57
I could step out into the water. It
9:02
wasn't even midsummer yet,
9:06
but here in the shallows the
9:08
water was warm. I
9:13
pulled the boat up on to the sandy
9:15
grassy land and found
9:17
my sneakers and coffee cup where
9:20
I had left them. I
9:24
tipped the dregs of the coffee
9:26
into the grass and
9:28
hooked my fingers through my laces
9:33
and walked barefoot up toward the inn.
9:38
The lilacs were done blooming, but
9:42
behind the great old house
9:46
was a row of tall trees, clusters
9:49
of white flowers high
9:52
in the leaves. They
9:56
looked a bit like hydrangeas, the
10:00
ones that grow in cone shapes,
10:03
with green leaves shaped
10:06
like oaks.
10:10
I had a feeling that the innkeeper had
10:12
told me, probably
10:15
more than once the
10:17
name of the tree.
10:21
Was it a crape myrtle or
10:25
an oleander? Whatever
10:29
it was called, it dropped
10:32
a light sweet scent into the air
10:36
and gave shade to the side yard
10:40
where the chef grew tomatoes and
10:42
herbs in a garden
10:44
edged with rocks.
10:49
I guessed I was looking for the innkeeper
10:53
to thank her for the coffee
10:56
and the use of the row boat, but
10:59
I was in no hurry, so
11:03
I decided to wander
11:05
through the garden. There
11:10
were a half dozen or so green
11:12
tomatoes on each plant,
11:18
and I rubbed their prickly leaves
11:22
to smell their good tangy scent. In
11:26
the herb garden, chaive flowers,
11:29
spiky and bright purple were
11:32
waving in the breeze,
11:35
and I spotted thick mounds of oregano
11:39
and terragon and
11:41
lemon verbina. The
11:46
dill was already high,
11:49
and I thought of all the lovely pickled
11:52
things the chef would make before
11:54
the summer was over. In
11:59
the cool kitchen basement, there
12:01
was a room of shelves behind the tiny
12:04
wine cellar, and
12:07
each shelf was full of neat
12:09
rows of jarred pickles
12:11
and vegetables okra,
12:17
carrots, cucumbers,
12:21
all mixed with dill and spices
12:23
and tart vinegar. I'd
12:27
been called in to help whenever
12:30
there was a bumper crop, trading
12:33
my time and chopping skills
12:36
for a basket full of jars to take
12:38
home to my own shelves.
12:43
Past the kitchen garden there
12:45
was a bit of space for games. This
12:49
is where we'd played badminton when
12:52
we were kids. There
12:56
was a croquet set, the
12:58
rubber mallet ends stained
13:00
green from many swings
13:02
into the grass. The
13:06
orange ball had gone missing years
13:09
and years ago, and
13:12
I had a vague memory that
13:14
we were likely to blame. Perhaps
13:18
we'd been chasing it down the hill with
13:21
the mallets until
13:23
one of us had knocked it out into
13:25
the lake, and then
13:28
ski daddled before
13:30
we'd been caught.
13:34
Still, you could play just
13:36
fine with five balls.
13:41
Closer to the house, under
13:43
the shade of an open umbrella,
13:46
a checkerboard was laid out with
13:49
a game in process across the squares.
13:54
Probably a few kids had started
13:56
it and then run off
13:58
to jump in the lake. When
14:02
they'd got tired of swimming, they'd
14:05
wrap up in big beach towels
14:07
and come back to battle it out some
14:09
more. I
14:13
turned the corner of the yard, stepping
14:16
onto the gravel of the big circle drive
14:19
that led to the inn's front door. I
14:24
peeked in to see if the innkeeper
14:26
was standing behind the desk with
14:29
the big guest book swiveled around
14:31
in front of her, or
14:34
pulling a key from the numbered cubbies
14:36
at her back, but
14:39
the lobby was empty. I
14:43
walked on around the far corner
14:45
of the house and to the other side.
14:50
There were a few benches scattered
14:52
here and there, facing
14:55
down the slope to the water, where
14:59
guests sat to watch the sunset and
15:02
the fireflies come out. Among
15:07
the trees were a couple ancient
15:09
hammocks made
15:11
from canvas and cotton, and
15:15
smelling of the filtered sunlight they
15:18
were stretched out in. I
15:22
stopped to think, wait,
15:27
does sunlight have a scent? But
15:31
then I thought of the towels drying on
15:33
the line in my backyard, of
15:37
the way your skin smells when
15:39
you've driven for a while with the window
15:41
down and one arm stuck
15:44
out into the wind, and
15:47
realized that it certainly
15:49
does. I
15:53
had no reason not to not
15:56
to sink down into the hammock and
15:59
lay back and sling my feet up. No
16:04
reason not to close my eyes to the
16:06
blue sky and
16:08
watch the after image of the day fade
16:11
behind my lids,
16:16
no reason not to drift and
16:19
sleep. I
16:23
had a feeling that after a
16:25
while, the innkeeper
16:29
whom I had been looking for, would
16:31
find me, would
16:34
lay a soft hand on my shoulder and
16:38
let me know in a low voice that
16:42
there were sandwiches being
16:44
served on the porch. If I was hungry,
16:48
I would be from
16:53
the hammock. There
16:57
are different kinds of
17:00
naps. There
17:04
is the accidental
17:06
nap, the
17:08
one you didn't see coming
17:13
when you've settled in to
17:15
watch a movie
17:18
or read your book and
17:22
suddenly you
17:24
find yourself sliding
17:27
deeper into the sofa,
17:32
the book falling
17:34
from your hands, or
17:38
the movie playing on without
17:40
you as you drop off. Then
17:47
there is the car nap. This
17:52
one is particularly sweet
17:56
when you're on a lengthy road trip
18:00
or the way home from
18:03
a long day out, curled
18:09
up in the passenger seat
18:13
or in the back with an
18:15
equally sleepy kiddo's
18:17
head on your shoulder, a
18:21
belly full of Thanksgiving dinner,
18:26
and the radio on quietly
18:29
as street lights roll past.
18:35
Sometimes a nap is
18:37
fully planned. You
18:41
pull the shades in the bedroom
18:45
and get out of your clothes at
18:48
two in the afternoon, slide
18:52
between the sheets, which
18:58
in that moment have
19:00
never felt better in
19:03
your life.
19:08
You stretch out and take
19:10
up the whole bed and
19:15
just register the sound of cars
19:18
passing on the street before
19:22
you slip into sleep.
19:28
But the best nap, at
19:32
least in my opinion, is
19:35
the nap after a day
19:38
in the sun swimming
19:41
and playing, gardening
19:44
or walking. Maybe
19:50
you've even had a shower, undressed
19:55
and clean soft clothes and
20:00
found that irresistible
20:03
heaviness pulling
20:05
you down into
20:08
a hammock or
20:10
some other shady spot
20:14
where you sleep until
20:17
someone wakes you to
20:20
tell you that supper is ready.
20:26
Those are the naps I
20:28
still think of, the
20:32
ones I took as a child,
20:36
with the comforting sound of grown ups
20:39
in the background, chatting
20:42
and laughing as
20:44
they cooked on the grill or
20:47
shucked corn, a
20:51
clink of plates and cups
20:54
and forks being set
20:57
out, and
20:59
then a soft touch on my
21:01
shoulder, a
21:04
cool hand on my face to
21:08
let me know it was time to
21:10
wash up and come
21:12
to the table. Now
21:19
grown up myself, I'd
21:23
had a few chances to
21:26
be that cool hand, that
21:31
quiet voice
21:34
I called someone else from their nap
21:38
and watch them blink and
21:40
yawn before
21:42
filling their plate and
21:46
happily tucking in. I
21:52
was thinking of it today, of
21:55
the kinds of naps and
21:58
the memories of
22:00
sleepily dropping off in
22:03
different spots. As
22:05
I rowed the boat in from
22:07
the center of the lake, there
22:12
were already folks
22:15
stretched out in lounge
22:17
chairs and dozing
22:20
on beach towels by
22:22
the edge of the water. They'd
22:27
only gotten out of their beds
22:30
a few hours ago. But
22:34
we're peacefully sawing logs
22:37
in the sand. That's
22:43
the way of vacations.
22:47
All that pent up exhaustion
22:51
finally being given
22:53
into the
22:58
sun was still an hour so
23:00
away from its highest
23:02
spot, and
23:06
the day was getting warmer. The
23:10
morning mist had burned off
23:13
completely, and
23:16
the june bugs were singing
23:18
in the trees. When
23:23
my oars bumped along
23:26
the sandy lake bottom, I
23:29
pulled them into the boat and
23:33
carefully shifted on the seat
23:37
till I could step out into
23:39
the water. I
23:45
wasn't even midsummer yet,
23:49
but here in the shallows
23:53
the water was warm. I
23:58
pulled the boat up onto
24:01
the sandy grassy land and
24:06
found my sneakers and
24:08
coffee cup where I'd left
24:10
them. I
24:14
tipped the dregs of the coffee
24:17
into the grass and
24:20
hooked my fingers through the
24:22
laces and
24:26
walked barefoot up
24:30
toward the inn. The
24:35
lilacs were done blooming, but
24:39
behind the great old house
24:44
was a row of tall trees with
24:47
clusters of white flowers high
24:51
in the leaves. They
24:55
looked a bit like hydrangeas ones
25:00
that grow in cone shapes, with
25:03
green leaves shaped like
25:06
oaks. I
25:10
had a feeling that the innkeeper
25:13
had told me, probably
25:16
more than once, the
25:18
name of the tree.
25:22
Was it a crape myrtle or
25:26
an oleander, whatever
25:30
it was called, it dropped
25:33
a light sweet scent
25:36
into the air and
25:40
gave shade to the side
25:42
yard where
25:45
the chef grew tomatoes and
25:47
herbs in
25:50
a garden edged with rocks.
25:56
I guess I was looking
25:58
for the innkeeper to
26:01
thank her for the coffee and
26:04
the use of the row boat. But
26:08
I was in no hurry,
26:12
so I decided to wander
26:15
through the gardens.
26:20
There were a half dozen or so green
26:23
tomatoes on each plant,
26:28
and I rubbed their prickly leaves
26:32
to smell their good tangy scent.
26:38
In the herb garden, chaive
26:41
flowers spiky
26:44
and bright purple or
26:46
waving in the breeze,
26:51
and I spotted thick mounds
26:53
of oregano and
26:56
terragon and
26:58
lemon verbena. The
27:03
dill was already high,
27:09
and I thought of all the lovely
27:11
pickled things the
27:14
chef would make before
27:16
the summer was over. In
27:22
the cool kitchen basement, there
27:25
was a room of shelves behind
27:28
the tiny wine cellar. A
27:32
neat shelf was full of neat
27:34
rows of jarred pickles
27:38
and vegetables okra,
27:43
carrots, cucumbers,
27:48
all mixed with dill and
27:51
spices and tart
27:53
vinegar. I'd
27:58
often been called in to help
28:02
whenever there was a bumper crop, trading
28:08
my time and chopping
28:10
skills for
28:12
a basket full of jars to
28:16
take home to my own shelves. Past
28:22
the kitchen gardens there
28:25
was a bit of space for games.
28:31
This is where we'd played badminton
28:34
when we were kids. There
28:38
was a croquet set. The
28:42
rubber mallet ends stained
28:45
green for many swings
28:47
into the grass. The
28:53
orange ball had gone
28:55
missing years
28:57
and years ago, and
29:01
I had a vague memory that we
29:04
were likely to blame. Perhaps
29:08
we'd been chasing it down the hill
29:11
with the mallets until
29:14
one of us had knocked it out
29:17
into the lake, and
29:20
then ski daddled before
29:24
we'd been caught. Still,
29:30
you could play just fine
29:33
with five balls.
29:37
Closer to the house, under
29:41
the shade of an open umbrella,
29:45
a checkerboard was laid out
29:49
with a game in process across
29:52
the squares. Probably
29:57
a few kids had started it
30:01
and then run off to jump
30:03
in the lake. When
30:07
they got tired of swimming, they'd
30:10
wrap up in big beach towels
30:13
and come back to battle it out some more.
30:20
I turned the corner of the yard, stepping
30:24
onto the gravel of the big
30:27
circle drive that
30:30
led to the inn's front door. I
30:37
peeked in to see if the
30:39
innkeeper was standing behind
30:41
the desk with
30:44
the big guest book swiveled
30:47
around in front of her, or
30:51
pulling a key from the numbered
30:54
cubbies at her back, but
30:59
the lobby was. I
31:04
walked around the far corner of
31:06
the house and to the
31:08
other side.
31:12
There were benches scattered
31:14
here and there, facing
31:18
down the slope to the
31:20
water, where
31:23
guests sat to
31:25
watch the sunset and
31:29
the fireflies coming out.
31:35
Among the trees were
31:37
a couple ancient hammocks
31:41
made from canvas and
31:44
cotton, and
31:48
smelling of the filtered sunlight
31:51
they were stretched out in, I
31:57
stopped to think, wait,
32:01
does sunlight have
32:03
ascent? But
32:07
then I thought of the towels
32:11
drying on the line in
32:13
my back yard, of
32:17
the way your skin smells when
32:21
you've driven for a while with
32:24
the window down and
32:27
one arm stuck out into
32:29
the wind, and
32:32
realized that it
32:35
certainly does. I
32:40
had no reason not to not
32:44
to sink down into a hammock
32:47
and lay back and
32:50
sling my feet up, no
32:54
reason not to close my eyes
32:57
to the blue sky and
33:00
watch the after image of the day
33:04
fade behind my lids,
33:09
no reason not to drift
33:12
and sleep. I
33:16
had a feeling that after
33:18
a while the innkeeper
33:23
whom I had been looking for would
33:26
find me, would
33:29
lay a soft hand on my shoulder,
33:33
and let me know in a
33:35
low voice
33:39
that there were sandwiches being served
33:41
on the porch. If I was hungry,
33:46
I would be sweet
33:50
dreams
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