I left the house early this morning to drive to work and drop the lady off at her office. Normally she takes the bus and I ride my bike, but we have a reception to go to tonight, so we drove. I parked the car and was walking the 3 blocks to my office (20 minutes early). I crossed a street where NO cars were present, and a motorcycle cop waved me over to him where he had been giving a ticket to a driver. Of course he asked for my license and I happily handed it over, not believing he would actually do anything with it. Then he proceeded to cite me for, specifically, “Jaywalking.” I was stunned, asked him if there wasn’t real crime for him to fight, reminded him that I watch at least 50 adults safely cross these streets every single day without walking directly on the white lines between corners. We watched at least 3 other people cross the street the exact same way I did while he filled out his paperwork. Meanwhile, within blocks of where I was cited for committing the crime of crossing an empty street too far from the intersection (in the officer’s mind), bikes were stolen, humans urinated on the post office walls, car windows were smashed, and drunken people brawled downtown.

The $108 minimum fine is not worth the time it will take to visit the court, request a trial date, and go back for trial, but I don’t care. It pissed me off that he is wasting time and money (mine and the state’s) to cite me for something so trivial and harmless. And I firmly believe that I did not “jaywalk” (isn’t that a derogatory term of some kind? It feels like “gypped” or “handicapped.”)

Needless to say, I’ll be disputing this citation. The “walk” signal was ON at the intersection, there were no cars present, and there is no “crosswalk” defined by white paint on the road, so the fact that I passed a few feet away from where he thought I should have is irrelevant to me. We’ll see what a judge says.

Effing San Diego cops…glad they are fighting crime and serving justice with the bountiful taxpayers’ money.


New Friends

We moved to San Diego just about 10 months ago. I can’t lie and say it was a smooth transition, because it really wasn’t. Neither of us wanted to stay in Oregon, and N wanted to return to San Diego, where she went to undergrad. She applied for a job, got it, and we jumped on the chance to try somewhere with less rain and more sunshine. It may have been a bit impulsive, but we knew we needed to move somewhere (the grey skies were not good for N’s mood). We also hoped that having at least a loose network of connections down here would help, and it truly has. However, have you ever heard the expression that you can never move back to somewhere you left, because the place (and people) will have changed (including yourself). It’s true.

We struggled to find people who like to do the same kinds of things we do, and people who don’t care all that much about wearing a lot of makeup, making sure their skinny jeans are skinny enough, and being “seen” at the right bars and clubs. We’ve never been like that, and we’re never going to be. We have plenty of people to meet up with and get invitations to parties, dinner, drinks, etc. regularly, but we still felt kind of lonely here – we missed our Oregon friends.

A couple of weeks ago we met a friend for a beer at the new-ish hipster bar (as hipster as SoCal can be…this is not Portland). I noticed a couple of women walk by who I recognized from a Halloween party last year. I mentioned it to our friend, and she immediately chased them down to offer a seat at our picnic table, because they were evidently searching for seating at the communal tables. We immediately hit it off and found that our senses of humor, along with our values, were remarkably similar. They are fun, funny, and genuine people. We exchanged numbers and ended up getting together a week later for dinner. They wore lounge clothes (as suggested) and we spent about 4 hours talking, laughing, telling each other about our families, and eating. Is it bad that I consider one’s willingness to wear sweats in public a desirable characteristic? Why is that no longer the norm after college?

N and I joke that it was friend-love at first sight, if that is even a thing. Have you ever had the experience when you just connect with another person or couple (in a platonic way) and can tell you’ll get along? I think it’s hard for couples to make couples-friends, generally speaking, because there is often one person that you really like, and the other is…meh. Single friends are great, but it takes some work to make sure nobody feels like a third (or fifth) wheel. So, we’re feeling very lucky so far this year to have met great new friends. It definitely makes a place feel more comfortable to have people around that you really care about.

Cycling Around Mission Bay

Saturday morning we spent a few hours cycling from our house around the bay to Coronado where we ate breakfast and caught the ferry back to downtown. It was just under 30 miles. The weather was great, the path was mostly lovely (except for an industrial area at the beginning of the trip), and breakfast was tasty. Here are a few photos:ImageImageImage

ImageCycling5 1.18.2014

In other news, TTC #1 was not our round! We feel okay with that and are likely going to wait a few months before #2. It may sound petty, but we would prefer to avoid a holiday birthday and would rather have a spring Spud. I’ll let you know if we change our minds!

New Years in Coronado

We spent New Years Eve in Coronado, and it was absolutely lovely. After a long, but delicious dinner at Chez Loma, we headed back to the Del and tried to stay up until midnight (We made it to around 11:00).

This was the view of sunrise from the bed. It was warm enough to snooze with the door open. An inquisitive gull visited our porch hoping for bites of our scones.

Sunrise Coronado

We got coffees and strolled on the beach. We happened upon a sand sculptor who had created this impressive castle:

Sand Castle

Then we spent some time lounging by the pool before heading home.

Coronado Pool

My sympathy to everyone who was experiencing a polar vortex. Happy New Years (two weeks late)!