Today, I learned "mae'n ddrwg gen i" is Welsh "I'm sorry". This is one of those phrases that you go with how it used used, not word for word translation. The direct translation? More like, "there is bad I have". That means the Welsh have been apologizing with, "My bad!" long before it was popular.

Update: The film crew was a wonderful group. They took us out for lunch and we told stories like we had been friends for years. I was genuinely comfortable with them!

Y'aaaallllll... And, yes, that is said with a Texas drawl that raises the tone on the third "a" and drops again on the fourth "l".

My husband's job sent a film crew out to our house today, and my anxiety is tap dancing on the roof. It doesn't even know how to tap dance. The anxiety is just that high. Our living room looks surreal because it's our living room, but it's also currently a mini filming set???

This is good. Really. But also exhausting. And kind of 😱. But good. I swear it's good.

It makes sense. The plant is within what the birds recognize as their territory. It's just that I know a lot of people who would have chased the birds off, not wanting wild birds on their back porch. I didn't, and now we help each other. I love my tiny feathered neighbors.

A pair of wrens have a nest in the alcove of my back porch. They were here before we were. No reason to chase them off. In fact, I protected one of them one night when a very windy storm prevented them from getting back up to the nest until the next day.

My cherry tomato plant this year is back there. Every time I look out the window there's a wren by it. No birds have pecked at the plant. I realized this evening that the wrens are guarding it.

Yes! My drum is here! I'm going to make the whole town wish I never moved here!

They don't complain about the ukulele in the middle of the night, but the sound seriously carries with this drum.

Really...I just needed some water.

To be fair, it turned out the family member I was messaging wasn't awake.

CoSo, I have a question. I need somebody with a geometry PhD, or a quantum physicist, or...I don't know.

Do round things actually exist? Or is it that lots of tiny faces and angles create an illusion of roundness?

Husband wanted to experience nail painting. Okay, I can do that!

Y'all...

He has the nails I always wanted! Wide, long nail beds that make just a little growth look longer. Cuticles push back so easily! Nails are so smooth the polish goes so easy!

I went outside to fill the bird feeder and cry because Cyndi Lauper's "True Colors" was playing and it's been THAT week, and... Tiny tomatoes developing on my plant! 💚

The last few days have been really hard. It could actually get harder this week. Like...trauma hard. And every time life takes one of those turns for me, Mister Rogers somehow shows up. I woke up today to a post from Rabbi Danya's substack talking about Mister Rogers and his unconditional love.

https://open.substack.com/pub/lifeisasacredtext/p/the-radical-theology-of-mr-rogers

If you're watching "Strange New Worlds", sit through to see what's at the very end of season 2 episode 1. It's okay to cry. I did.

I just showed a 9 month old baby that one of my pieces of furniture is actually a piano. I have never seen anyone so excited! Tiny Mozart was having a blast!