le quatorze juillet

[quislibet]

Last year, for the Fête Nationale, J. and I were in a small town in Brittany, listening to a strange mix of the Amélie soundtrack, Lisa Gerrard, bagpipes, and some Andean band, while fireworks exploded (properly) and an old woodworker tried to give a small dog some beer while its oblivious owner told J. and our native guide (and me, although I didn't really follow) what, from the Jehovah's Witness standpoint, was wrong with French politics.

This year I'm home feeling kinda sick, and it's cold and rainy outside, and tomorrow I have a doom-filled ordeal to undergo for which I feel entirely unprepared. (It's a road test to get a much belated drivers' license; unfortunately, it's pretty clear that my driving ability has actually deteriorated in recent weeks.)

But here is a picture of a cat which is not being strangled:

Comments

[calliopeo.livejournal.com]

Oh no! It's cat pictures! I don't know if you can do it there, but my husband paid to take his driving test from some random school, they made him drive around the block, and that counted at the DMV. It was awesome.

[quislibet.livejournal.com]

Nah, got to do it at the DMV here. So it goes.

[calliopeo.livejournal.com]

good luck then.

[quislibet.livejournal.com]

Thanks. Mainly I just have to avoid assuming I'm doing everything wrong.

[calliopeo.livejournal.com]

That's always good to do. There is nothing to fear but fear itself :)