One of Those Days

March. One of those perfectly not-quite-winter, not-quite-spring days. Constant rain, but not a downpour. Cold, but not freezing.

The cat is not amused. He exudes boredom in a way I wish could emulate. I can’t seem to pull off “lethargic.” It comes off as “sleepy.” I am envious of my bored cat. It’s been that kind of day.

I have an Apple Watch that keeps track of how many steps I take. Ok, it’s not actually an Apple Watch, but rather a cheap Chinese knockoff that sells for $27 on Amazon. It’s called a Mackintosh FitBite, or something like that. It works like an Apple Watch except for the fact that you have to swing your arm really far, back and forth, for the steps to actually register. When I use it for walking I look like a Soviet soldier parading in Red Square.

Anyway, I took the watch off. I couldn’t bear to admit that I’ll be lucky to walk a total of 50 steps today.

So, instead I’ll focus on my language studies. I’m learning Italian. (Well, I’m studying Italian. The “learning” part remains to be seen.)

I’ll share more about the different methods I’m using to immerse myself in the Italian language. Now, however, it’s time for me to hit the DuoLingo.

A domani! *


* That means “until tomorrow.” Or “call Domino’s Pizza.” I forget which.

Testing, testing. 1, 2, 3

Is this thing even on?

So, hi. It’s been a while. While my attention has been distracted and divided and diverted by Facebook, Instagram, and a lovely little virus we call COVID… this humble homepage has languished, gathering digital dust and virtual cobwebs.

But it’s time to breathe new life into elcanche.com. Because it’s St. Patrick’s Day? Yes! Wait, no. Well, it’s a good enough reason as any, I guess.

The truth is that I miss writing. Even these rambling, incomplete, and decidedly nonliterary lines. And it’ll be nice to have somewhere a bit less instagramy to share my photos.

Also: I’ve spent most of the last year living in a tiny room at my parent’s house while the virus has raged on and on, and frankly I need a distraction. Finger-painting was a fiasco (we ran out of room on the fridge to hang my masterpieces after only three days.) So now, this.

I feel like I should preemptively apologize. But, heck, there will be plenty of time for that later.

I’m back, baby!