cimorene

My computer wouldn't boot Sunday because the system partition had filled up with so much data that there wasn't enough space left to start it (entirely system logs, because of a browser plugin that broke), and it crashed and then the system refused to boot. I booted a livecd to look at the files, but I couldn't figure out what was wrong, so I installed a second OS alongside it - one that was the same age, because sometimes if you have multiple Ubuntu-based systems and you install an older release alongside a newer one it won't let you open the older one. But instead of that solving my problem, it wouldn't load grub or give me the choice of opening the old OS at all, even after I tweaked the settings and deleted the log files. So I decided it would probably be faster to make a clean install than to investigate and figure out how to fix the bootloader. I spent some hours yesterday doing that - that is, reinstalling a clean version of the exact same system I was already using (since just a couple of months, actually), Ubuntu 21.04 (Hirsuite Hippo). It didn't really take too long because my personal files are all on a separate hard drive, so I just needed to copy the settings files from my favorite programs.

My friend Ella came to visit us this afternoon. It's the first time any of us has been able to socialize since the beginning of the pandemic, with the exception of Wax's brother and our tenant and her friend - the tenant and her friend are older, and fully vaccinated for some time now. Ella had never met Tristana or seen our house at all, or the town in fact, so we walked to the limestone quarry (which is quite nearby - the edge of it that is - but bigger than the town itself) and down to the harbor, along the canal and through the old town with all the adorable picturesque wooden houses to the churchyard. Our town is incredibly adorable - everything except the actual downtown, which is unfortunately concentrated on ONE long central commercial avenue that a couple of assholes ruined with some ugly grey and brown shoebox buildings in the 1970s.

And Saturday there was an antique car show a few blocks away! Our town happens to be a regional center of antique cars - there is apparently at least one specialist garage in the area, and a lot of devotees concentrated around here. You can see them all summer on the streets, but Saturday they had them all parked in a big field with a retro 50s-style pop cover band playing in a tent, and then they paraded them all back out starting with the vintage firetrucks and motorcycles.