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Welcome to season 15
of Bedtime Stories for Everyone
in which
nothing much happens.
You feel good
and then
you fall asleep.
I'm Catherine Nikolai.
I read and write.
All the stories you hear on Nothing Much Happens
with audio engineering by bob wittersheim
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Now
I have a story to tell you.
It is a place to rest your mind.
And as you listen,
you'll find yourself relaxing more and more.
The steady rhythm of my voice will guide you right to sleep.
This is a form of brain training.
So if you're new here,
give us a month or so of regular use
to achieve best results.
I'll tell the story twice
and I'll go a little slower the second time through.
If you wake later in the night,
if you feel the wheels in your mind
starting to turn,
just push play again.
You'll drop right back off.
Our story tonight
is called Window Weather.
And it's a story about the deep cold of midwinter
and the calm, cozy feeling of watching it from your window.
It's also about oranges and lemons, bells on collars, a well-stocked pantry and fridge,
and the joy of getting into your pajamas at three in the afternoon.
Now,
lights out campers.
Make yourself as snug and comfortable as you can.
Feel how good it is to be in bed,
to be at the end of your day.
Whatever today was
is
what today was.
and now we are here.
Draw a deep breath in through your nose
and sigh from your mouth
again in
and out.
Good
Window weather.
This first week of January
was just bitter cold.
The snow lay thick on the ground,
and long icicles hung from the eaves.
I'd had to go out
a few errands that couldn't be put off any longer.
And now as I wound my way back home,
I was so glad to know
I wouldn't have to leave again.
The afternoon light was dim.
We were still a few hours from sunset.
But it looked like it might happen at any minute.
A lot of houses were still strung with holiday lights.
And the gleam of them in the overcast atmosphere
felt like a beacon guiding me home.
It was always an odd
in-between feeling
at this time of year,
wanting a fresh start
but needing the comfort and coziness left over from the holidays to get through it
I found it best to take it in steps
one weekend I'd take down the tree
the next
I'd put away the Christmas village.
The outdoor lights I'd leave up until a very nice weekend rolled around,
say in March,
when it was a joy to be outside for a few hours
and let myself appreciate the process of untangling the strands
and boxing them up.
I circled past the skating rink in downtown
and saw that not a single soul was out on it to day.
It was just brutally cold,
and there was no amount of bundling
that could make it fun to play outside.
I turned past the park
where kids weren't making snowmen
and wound through the neighborhood to my house.
All along my street,
smoke rose from chimneys,
and I was glad to see so many of us
settled in for the day.
As I turned into my driveway
and waited for the garage door to lift,
snow began to fall.
Perfect timing.
It felt like it had held off
just for me.
I drove into my garage
and pushed the button,
letting it close behind me.
Does anyone else do this?
Wait for the garage to close
before you get out of the car.
It feels like
being closed in a decompression chamber,
a layer of safety
between me and the whole world.
It was silly.
A metaphor more than anything else.
But whenever I did it,
I found
I sighed
deeply
in my car.
I began to unpack the groceries from the trunk,
setting the bags at the top of the few steps
from the mudroom
into the kitchen
then slowly pulled off my boots and coat
hung up my scarf
and stuffed my gloves into the sleeve of my coat
another sigh
In the kitchen, I emptied the grocery sacks.
I love to fill my kitchen with citrus at this time of year,
and topped up a bowl on the counter with sumo oranges,
ruby red grapefruits,
and mire lemons.
The sharp, sweet scents clung to my fingers,
and I decided to start a simmer pot on the stove
to add their peels to.
Most days in the winter,
I kept a pot simmering
to soften the air.
Might add vanilla
or cardamom pods to it.
But one of my favorite additions
was orange
and lemon rinds.
When they simmered,
they released a soft floral scent,
sweet and homey.
As I stood at the sink,
filling the pot.
I looked out into the yard
and saw the snow was coming down thickly now.
This was what my mother called
window weather,
as in excellent weather to enjoy from inside your cozy house,
to be watched from the window.
I set the pot on the stove
and lit the burner
and went back to sorting the groceries.
I had a big sack of potatoes for the shepherd's pie I meant to make later.
Carrots and peas,
onions and brown lentils.
Might also bought a big cabbage to roast in the oven.
Boxes of crackers and containers of olives.
Canned chickpeas and beans.
Hearty
stick-to-your-rib stuff
that would see me through these frigid days.
There were oats for porridge,
arboreo and jasmine rice,
ramen and pastina,
and packages of broth.
I'd bought coffee beans,
and a few boxes of tea,
cinnamon sticks, of which I added a few few to the simmer pot,
and a packet of lemon drop candies.
From the bakery,
I had a loaf of sandwich bread,
a thick slice of focaccia,
a half dozen oatmeal cookies,
and an almond croissant for breakfast tomorrow.
I'd also stopped at the bookshop before it closed for their annual vacation
and picked up the new book for my book club.
It was a thriller
that I'd heard from more than one friend was impossible to put down
and and easy to read all in one day.
I heard a tinkling bell and then another
and saw two of my three cats wandering into the kitchen
to check out the purchases.
There was a stack of canned food for them,
a bag of their kibble,
and a fresh scratching post they could fight over.
I set it on the floor in the corner of the dining room
and let them dig in.
I love dogs too, very much, but
had to admit that in these frigid days
I was glad that none of us needed to be walked or let outside.
They were brothers, my cats,
all three of them,
and had showed up at a shelter
when they were just kittens.
All they'd had were each other.
And though it was a big step to go from zero cats to three,
I decided I could handle it.
They hadn't even had names.
And when they first came home,
stepped out of their carrier
and started to explore.
I found them drawn to the bowl of stones on my entryway table.
I was a hobbyist beach comer in the summertime,
and had found lots of pretty rocks,
even had a tumbler to polish them up.
The brothers had nosed through my collection,
and so I had named them
Dolomite,
Feldspar,
and Steve.
Listen, it makes sense if you know them.
Steve meowed from the post, clearly enjoying his new piece of furniture.
And I smiled at them
as I finished putting everything away.
Steam steam was rising from the pot on the stove,
and I could smell the cinnamon I'd dropped in.
I turned on the light over the range
and turned off the overhead
and sighed again.
My home was in order.
We were stocked up and ready to stay put for a bit.
On the stairs, as I headed up to change,
out of my jeans and sweater and into my PJs,
it was nearly three o'clock after all.
I passed Dolomite.
He was my shy boy,
and I stopped to give him a few pets.
He had heard his brothers playing downstairs,
and had finally decided to creep down
and join the fun.
He slunk past me,
and I kept climbing.
From my bedroom window,
I looked up and down the street,
seeing
lit windows,
the flicker of fires going.
In another few weeks, this cold spell would move on.
The sun would last a bit longer each day.
But for now,
We'd enjoy the world inside
and watch the snow fall from our windows.
Window weather
This first week of January
was just
bitter cold
The snow lay thick on the ground
and long icicles
hung from the eaves.
I'd had to go out
a few errands that
couldn't be put off
any longer.
And now,
as I wound my way back home,
I was glad to know
I wouldn't have to leave again.
The afternoon light was dim.
We were still a few hours from sunset.
But it looked like it might happen
at any minute.
A lot of houses
were still strung with holiday lights,
and the gleam of them
in the overcast atmosphere
felt like a beacon
guiding me home.
It's always an odd
in-between feeling
at this time of year,
wanting a fresh start,
but
needing the comfort and coziness left over from the holidays
to get through to it.
I found it best
to take it in steps.
One weekend, I'd take down the tree.
The next
put away the Christmas village.
The lights I'd leave up
until a very nice weekend rolled around.
Say in March,
when it was a joy to be outside for a few hours.
And I'd let myself
appreciate the process
of untangling the strands
and boxing them up.
I circled past the skating rink
and downtown
and saw that not a single soul was out on it today.
It was just brutally cold,
and there was no amount of bundling
that could make it fun
to play outside.
I turned past the park
where kids weren't making snowmen
and wound through the neighborhood to my house
all along my street
smoke rose from chimneys
And I was glad to see
so many of us
settled in for the day
as I turned into my driveway
and waited for the garage door to lift.
Snow began to fall.
Perfect timing.
It felt like it had held off
just for me.
I drove into my garage
and pushed the button,
letting it close behind me.
Does anyone else do this?
Wait for the garage to close
before you get out of the car
it feels like
being closed in a decompression chamber
a layer of safety
between
me
and the whole world
It was silly.
a metaphor
more than anything else.
But whenever I did it,
I found
I sighed
deeply
in the car.
I began to unpack the groceries from the trunk,
setting the bags at the top of the few steps
from the mudroom into the kitchen.
Then slowly pulled off my boots and coat,
hung up my scarf,
and stuffed my gloves
into the sleeve of my coat.
Another
sigh.
In the kitchen, I emptied the grocery sacks.
I love to fill my kitchen with citrus
at this time of year
and topped up a bowl on the counter
with sumo oranges,
ruby red grapefruits,
and Meyer lemons.
The sharp, sweet scents
clung to my fingers,
and I decided to start a simmer pot
on the stove
to add their peels to.
Most days
in the winter,
I kept a pot simmering to soften the air.
My dad,
vanilla,
or cardamom pods to it.
But one of my favorite additions
was orange
and lemon rinds.
When they simmered,
they released a soft floral scent,
sweet and homey.
As I stood at the sink
filling the pot,
I looked out into the yard
and saw the snow was coming down thickly now.
This was what my mother called
window weather,
as in
excellent weather
to enjoy from
inside your cozy house
to be watched from the window.
I set the pot on the stove
and lit the burner
and went back to sorting groceries.
I had a big sack of potatoes
for the shepherd's pie
I meant to make later
Carrots and peas,
onions and brown lentils.
I'd also bought a big cabbage to roast in the oven,
boxes of crackers
and containers of olives,
canned chickpeas and beans,
hearty,
stick-to-your-ribs stuff
That would see me through these frigid days.
There were oats for porridge,
arborio and jasmine rice,
ramen and pastina,
and packages of broth.
I'd bought coffee beans
and a few boxes of tea,
cinnamon sticks,
of which
I added a few to the simmer pot
and
a packet of lemon drop candies
From the bakery I had a loaf of sandwich bread,
a thick slice of focaccia,
a half dozen oatmeal cookies,
and an almond croissant
for breakfast to morrow.
I'd also stopped at the bookshop
before it closed
for their annual vacation
and I'd picked up the new book
for my book club
It was a thriller that I'd heard from more than one friend
was impossible to put down
and easy to read all in one day.
I heard a tinkling bell
and then another
and saw two of my three cats
wandering into the kitchen
to inspect the purchases.
There was a stack of canned food for them,
a bag of their kibble,
and a fresh scratching post
they could fight over.
I set it on the floor
in the corner of the dining room
and let them dig in.
I love dogs, too,
very much, but
had to admit that
in these frigid days,
I was glad that none of us needed to be walked
or let outside.
They were brothers, my cats,
all three of them,
and had showed up at the shelter
when they were just kittens.
All they'd had were each other.
And though it was a very big step
to go from zero cats to three,
I decided I could handle it.
They hadn't even had names.
And when they first came home,
stepped out of their carrier
and started to explore.
I found them drawn to the bowl of stones
on my entryway table.
I was a hobbyist beach comer
in the summertime
and had found lots of pretty rocks,
even had a tumbler to polish them up.
The brothers had nosed through my collection,
and so I had named them
Dolomite,
Feldspar,
and Steve.
Listen, it makes sense if you know them.
Steve meowed from the post,
clearly enjoying his new piece of furniture.
And I smiled at them as I finished putting everything away.
Steam was rising from the pot on the stove,
and I could smell the cinnamon I'd dropped in.
I turned on the light over the range
and turned off the overhead
and sighed
again.
My home was in order.
We were stocked up
and ready to stay put for a bit.
On the stairs, as I headed up to change,
out of my jeans and sweater
and into my PJs.
It was nearly three o'clock, after all.
I passed Dolomite.
He was my shy boy,
and I stopped to give him a few pets.
He had heard his brothers playing downstairs,
and had finally decided to creep down and join the fun.
He slunk past me,
and I kept climbing.
From my bedroom window
I looked up and down the street
seeing lit windows
the flicker of fires going
in another few weeks this cold spell would move on
the sun would last a bit longer each day.
But for now,
we'd enjoy the world inside
and watch the snowfall
from our windows.
Sweet dreams.