Nothing much happens: bedtime stories to help you sleep

Dogs & Dust Mops

March 31, 2025 36m S15E26
Our story tonight is called Dogs and Dust Mops, and it’s a story about some spring cleaning on a warm afternoon. It’s also about an orange kitty in the window, the sound of the vacuum running upstairs, fresh sheets, scrabbling paws on the deck, and the way your heart swells when you wrap your arms around someone you love. We give to a different charity each week, and this week we are giving to BeHeard Movement. BeHeard offers a range of essential services to unhoused individuals including private showers, access to clean and fresh laundry services, haircuts and more. AquaTru water purifier: Click here and get 20% OFF with code NOTHINGMUCH. Beam Dream Powder: Click here for up to 40% off with code NOTHINGMUCH. BIOptimizers’ Sleep Breakthrough: Click here and use code NOTHINGMUCH for 10% off any order! Cymbiotika products: Click here for 20% off and free shipping! Moonbird, the world’s first handheld breathing coach: Click here and save 20%! NMH merch, autographed books and more! Pay it forward subscription Subscribe for ad-free, bonus and extra long episodes now, as well as ad-free and early episodes of Stories from the Village of Nothing Much! Search for NMH Premium channel on Apple podcast or follow this link. Listen to our daytime show Stories from the Village of Nothing Much on your favorite podcast app. Join us tomorrow morning for a meditation

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I care about your sleep. It is always my first thought and priority in making this show.
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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 create everything you hear on Nothing Much Happens.
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Now, I'm about to tell you a bedtime story. It's simple, and not much happens in it, and that is the idea.
The story is a soft place to rest your mind, a simple and pleasant way to occupy it, so that it doesn't wander away and keep you up. All you need to do is listen in a relaxed way.

Just follow along with the sound of my voice

and the simple details of the story.

And soon, very soon, you'll be deeply asleep.

I'll tell the story twice,

and I'll go a little slower the second time through. If you wake in the middle of the night, you could listen again, or just think your way back through any part of the story that you can remember, We're training your brain to settle and rest.
And the more you do this, the better your sleep will get. Our story tonight is called Dogs and Dust Mops.
And it's a story about some spring cleaning

on a warm afternoon.

It's also about an orange kitty in the window,

the sound of the vacuum running upstairs,

fresh sheets,

scrabbling paws on the deck,

and the way your heart swells

when you wrap your arms around someone you love.

Thank you. on the deck, and the way your heart swells when you wrap your arms around someone you love.
So turn off your light, snuggle your body down into your sheets, and get as comfortable as you can. take a moment to just feel how good it is to be in bed, to be about to sleep.
Let's take a deep breath in through the nose and out through the mouth.

Nice.

Let's do that again.

Breathe in and out.

Good.

Dogs and dust mops.

We were doing a bit of spring cleaning.

We had all the windows open,

with fresh air moving through the house,

and the sound of lawnmowers and talking neighbors

Thank you. fresh air moving through the house, and the sound of lawnmowers and talking neighbors echoing from a few doors down.
Marmalade, my regal orange cat, was wedged into one of the open windows, her round body pressed against the screen,

and her silky fur sticking through the mesh.

Her green eyes were closed,

and her head swayed a bit on her neck,

not dozing, but catching scents on the wind. Her whiskers twitched when the breeze blew, and I knew if I lay a hand on her back, she would start to purr almost instantly.
She was an indoor cat who, every year, had a few carefully chaperoned visits into the back garden, a few bike rides buckled into her cat trailer, and a few impromptu walks to the mailbox tucked into my arms.

It suited her. I'd found her out in the snow a few years back, just a kitten leaving tiny paw prints in the flakes.
And I'd wondered when she'd first stepped into my house if it would be difficult to keep her in. If she'd want out again.
if she were some kind of rambling, rolling stone, who wouldn't want to settle down. But those fears were quickly allayed.
As soon as she'd discovered the delights of a crackling fire, an ear rubs on the sofa, she'd been happy to leave the outside outside. still in the spring when we open everything up

she loves to get close.

A squirrel dashed across the yard, and her eyes sprang open, sensing him.

Her lazy, docile attitude suddenly shifted. She sat up, pressed her nose to the screen, watching as the squirrel teased her by running closer, flapping his fluffy tail,

and generally acting unbothered.

If this were a cartoon,

he would have pulled out an emery board

and begun filing his nails.

Marmee began chattering and clicking at him. An empty threat, for sure, but one she felt compelled to issue.
I'd been running the dust mop along the floorboards, watching this drama unfold, and rolled my eyes as I fished a brown dust bunny from far back under the sofa. If it were a little bigger, I might have expected it to start barking and jumping.
It was clearly made of crumb fur. Our scruffy, small pooch, who had more energy than the rest of us put together was shedding in the warm weather.

It reminded me to make an appointment with the groomer,

and as he came around the corner,

racing through my dust pile,

I told him so.

Haircut next week, Mr. Crumbles, I said.

He didn't seem to care or notice.

Instead, he jumped his front paws up beside Marmalade

and began barking at the squirrel.

I liked watching

their backs, shoulder to shoulder,

as they shared this moment of sibling

excitement.

For a while, it had just been Marmalade and me. And she was a mama's girl.
I wasn't sure how she would do with a little brother. But I shouldn't have worried.
While she occasionally feigned being too cool for dogs, the truth was that she adored him. Not in the same way that he adored her.
He came with wild love. bowl you over type she came with gentle love the lick your face at the end of the day type he was a bit her baby when she watched over him.

Reassured him

when the thunder crashed.

Meowed at him

when he got late night zoomies.

Told him to go to sleep.

Upstairs

I heard the click of greyhound toenails on the floors and I chuckled imagining what was happening I was on floor duty downstairs and their dad was on bedroom duty, upstairs.

And I was pretty sure he'd just gotten to changing the sheets.

Bird, our rescued hound,

the sleepiest boy you've ever met,

had just been evicted from the bed. I was still laughing under my breath as I went through the hall to the foot of the stairs and called out to him.
birdie, did Dad make you get up?

Come on down here,

and you can sleep on the porch.

It's sunny.

A pointed gray face emerged at the top step.

Sweet Bertie's deep black eyes

Let's go. face emerged at the top step.
Sweet Birdie's deep black eyes blinked at me. He shuffled down the stairs and pressed his body against my leg.
Bird is probably the gentlest of all of us, humans included. He was calm and thoughtful, stood back while Crumb tore his toys to bits, or Marmy strutted through the kitchen.
I leaned down and held him, his soft body wrapped in my arms. I could feel his heart beating, and the light touch of his breath on my shoulder.
I love my family so much, each of these souls so much. It sometimes brought tears to my eyes.
I wiped them away, reminding myself that while there was nothing wrong with the tenderness it had brought up, they were here with me now. They weren't a memory.
I should enjoy them now. I think Bird understood how I felt.
He stood very still, letting me take some deep breaths. When I stood up, I patted him on the back and led him out to the porch.
At the sound of the door opening, the squirrel, who was still teasing marm and crumb in the window, finally decided he'd probably pushed his luck as far as it could safely go and ran a few feet up the nearest tree. Bird paid no mind to him, just lumbered down the steps to find a patch of sunlight to stretch out in crumb came hurtling out of the house behind us and I could see by the look in his eyes that he really thought he had a chance of catching up

with his little harasser.

Oh, bless, I mumbled

as I carried the dust mop

over to the compost pile

near the fence and started shaking it out. Dog hair and specks of dust flew out and caught in the sun and drifted away on a breeze.
Bird's eyes were already shut, his long legs stretched out in the new grass. Crumb still barked around the base of the tree, his little limbs bouncing him up and down, and Marmalade was once again stretched out on her sill, tufts of orange fur showing through the weave of the screen.
I heard the vacuum click on upstairs,

and smiled as I headed back in to finish my chores.

Dogs and dust mops.

We were doing a bit of spring cleaning we had all the windows open with fresh air blowing through the house and the sound of lawnmowers, and talking neighbors, echoing from a few doors down.

Marmalade, my regal orange cat, was wedged into one of the open windows. Her round body pressed against the screen and her silky fur sticking through the mesh.
Her green eyes were closed,

and her head swayed a bit on her neck, not dozing, but catching scents on the wind. Her whiskers twitched

when the breeze blew her way.

And I knew

if I lay a hand on her back,

she would start to purr

almost instantly. She was an indoor cat who, every year, had a few carefully chaperoned visits into the back garden.
A few bike rides buckled into her cat trailer. And a few impromptu walks to the mailbox tucked into my arms.
It suited her.

I'd found her out in the snow

a few years back,

just a kitten,

leaving tiny paw prints in the flakes.

And I'd wondered,

when she first stepped into my house,

If you want to and I'd wondered when she first stepped into my house if it would be difficult to keep her in

if she'd want out again

if she were

some kind of rambling

rolling stone

who wouldn't want to settle down

Thank you. she were some kind of rambling, rolling stone who wouldn't want to settle down.
But those fears were quickly allayed. As soon as she discovered the delights of a crackling fire and ear rubs on the sofa.
She was happy to leave the outside outside. Still, in the spring, when we open everything up, she loves to get close.
A squirrel dashed across the yard, and her eyes sprang open, sensing him. Her lazy, docile attitude suddenly switched she sat up and pressed her nose to the screen watching as the squirrel teased her by running closer flapping his fluffy tail,

and generally acting unbothered.

If this were a cartoon,

he would have pulled out an emery board and begun filing his nails.

Marmee began chattering

and clicking at him,

an empty threat for sure,

but one she felt compelled to issue.

I'd been running the dust mop along the floorboards, watching this drama unfold, and rolled my eyes as I fished a brown dust bunny from far back under the sofa. If it were a little bigger, I might have expected it to start barking and jumping.
It was clearly made of crumb fur. Our scruffy, small pooch, who had more energy than the rest of us put together, was shedding in the warm weather.
It reminded me to make an appointment with the groomer, and as he came around the corner,

racing through my dust pile,

I told him so.

Haircut next week, Mr. Crumbles, I said.

He didn't seem to care or notice.

Instead, he jumped his front paws up beside Marmalade

and began barking at the squirrel.

I liked watching their backs, shoulder to shoulder,

as they shared this moment of sibling excitement. For a while, it had just been Marmalade and me, and she was a mama's girl.
I wasn't sure how she would do with a little brother, but I shouldn't have worried. While she occasionally feigned being too cool for dogs, the truth was that she adored him.
Not in the same way that he adored her. He came with wild love, the bowl you over type.
She came with gentle love, the lick your face-face-at-the-end-of-the-day type. He was a bit her baby, and she watched over him, reassured him when thunder crashed, meowed at him when he got late-night zoomies telling him to go to sleep.
Upstairs, I heard the click of greyhound toenails on the floor. I chuckled, imagining what was happening.
I was on floor duty downstairs, and their dad was on bedroom duty upstairs.

And I was pretty sure that he'd just gotten to changing the sheets,

meaning bird, our rescued hound,

and the sleepiest boy you've ever met had just been evicted from the bed. I was still laughing under my breath as I went through the hall to the foot of the stairs and called to him.

Birdie,

did Dad make you get up?

Come on down here

and you can sleep on the porch.

It's sunny.

A pointed,

blue-gray face

Thank you. It's sunny.
A pointed, blue-gray face emerged at the top step. Sweet Bertie's deep black eyes blinked at me.
he shuffled down the stairs

and pressed his body against my leg. Bird is probably

the gentlest of all of us, humans included.

He was calm and thoughtful.

Stood back while Crumb tore his toys to bits or Marmee strutted through the kitchen.

I leaned down and held him, his soft body wrapped in my arms. I could feel his heart beating and the light touch of his breath on my shoulder.
I love my family so much. Each of these souls so much.
It sometimes brought tears to my eyes when I wiped them away,

reminding myself that while there was nothing wrong

with the tenderness

it brought up,

they were here with me now.

They weren't a memory.

I should enjoy them now.

I think Bird understood how I felt.

He stood very still,

letting me take some deep breaths when I stood up tall I patted him on the back and led him to the porch as I opened the door the squirrel who was still teasing marm and crumb in the window finally decided he'd pushed his luck as far as it could safely go, and ran a few feet up the nearest tree. Bird paid no mind to him, just lumbered down the steps to find a patch of sunlight to stretch out in.

Crumb came hurtling out of the house behind us

and I could see

by the look in his eyes

that he really thought he had a chance

of catching up with his little harasser. Oh, bless, I mumbled as I carried the dust mop over to the compost pile and started shaking it out.
Dog hair and specks of dust flew out and caught in the sun and drifted away on a breeze. Birds's eyes were already shut.

His long legs

stretched out in the new grass.

Crumb still barked

around the base of the tree.

His little limbs

bouncing him up and down.

And Marmalade was once again

stretched out on her sill,

tufts of her orange fur

showing through the weave of the screen. I heard the vacuum click on upstairs and I smiled as I headed back in to finish my chores.

Sweet dreams.