Caught in the Rain
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Nothing much happens: bedtime stories to help you sleep
31 min
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4 chapters
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Welcome to Bedtime Stories for Everyone. in which nothing much happens. You feel good, and then you fall asleep. I'm Catherine Nicolai. I write and read all the stories you hear on Nothing Much Happens. Audio engineering is by Bob Wittersheim. We give to a different charity each week. And this week we are giving to the Canadian Red Cross Wildfire Relief Fund. They're working to help people and communities in need. Learn more about them in our show notes. In our new app, you can, of course, listen to all of our podcasts ad-free. But you can also listen to your favorite bedtime stories with extra soothing background sounds. Like rain, or nature sounds, or singing bowls. And there is so much more to our app.
Like yoga and meditation classes taught by me. Village projects and live events. All at NothingMuchHappens.com I have a story to tell you. just by resting your mind on it, by listening to the sound of my voice, we will shift you from the busyness of your brain's default mode network to the peace of its task-positive mode, where sleep comes easily. I'll read our story twice, and I'll go a little slower the second time through,
If you wake again in the night, don't hesitate to just push play, and you'll drop right back off.
Our story tonight is called Caught in the Rain, and it's a story about a boat ride taken as the summer winds down.
What is Nothing Much Happens and who introduces tonight’s story?
It's also about horseshoes and fresh, clean beach towels, the quiet rocking of the waves, the space between dreams and awareness, and the rush of cool air and dim light that comes with a summer storm.
So lights out, campers. Snuggle down. And let it feel good. Let it sink in that you are in your safe place, about to have a wonderful night's sleep. I'll be here keeping watch as you rest.
Take a deep breath in through your nose. Let it out your mouth. Nice. One more. Breathe in. And out.
Good. Caught in the rain. I sleep so well on the boat. Too well, maybe.
we dropped anchor out where the water is clear, all the way down to the bottom, still in sight of shore, but where all we could hear was the water lapping at the sides of the boat and the birds calling as they flew overhead.
When I dropped the anchor,
and watched it float slowly down to the bottom and settle into the sand.
I smiled at its homemade shape. It was cobbled together from four horseshoes, tied with a sturdy braided nylon rope.
I think my grandfather had made it, though even in his day, there hadn't been horses anywhere nearby, so who knows where it actually had come from.
It was one of those long-lasting household objects that had simply always been there,
It had held open the shed door, spent many winters pinning down the frost cloths in the rose garden, and for many years of my childhood was stuck under the short leg of the picnic table to keep it level. A few years ago, the old boat anchor had been caught in some mud and tree roots too close to shore and had to be roughly yanked to the surface, where it arose broken into two separate pieces. I'd gone hunting for something to replace it and had found the bundle of horseshoes and rope. on the top shelf of the workbench in the garage. I thought we'd only use it for the day, figuring it wouldn't work well enough to be a long-term fix. But it was weighty and awkwardly shaped enough to catch against the sand just fine, so it was still holding the boat in place summers later.
After I'd dropped it today, I shifted to sit on the edge of the pontoon's bow, the anchor rope taut beside me, and the water washing over my feet and ankles.
We were far enough into the summer now that the once cold lake water was almost warm, People said it's like a bathtub, but I didn't know what kind of baths they were used to taking, because it was still plenty refreshing to me. I jumped in soon after and paddled around the boat a couple of times. The millions of leaves and the trees at the shore rippled.
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Chapters
4 chapters
1
What is the main topic discussed in this episode?
0:01–2:43
2
What is Nothing Much Happens and who introduces tonight’s story?
2:43–10:39
3
What app features and charity does the episode mention before the story?
10:39–24:58
4
How does the host describe the story 'Caught in the Rain' and its themes?
24:58–31:36