San Francisco Winter

One thing about the drought last year - there were no ants. I am experiencing a typical San Francisco winter - ants. We really only have two seasons here - ants, fog, and then the rest of the year is pretty much the same, windy with sun.

As the rain comes and the reservoirs fill, so do the ants. Scouts run across every surface of my house. We are engaged in a perpetual contest to see if they can find a food source before I find them. Today they succeeded in swarming the butter dish. It was the first time this season that I saw them in a gang. And it was a vicious gang, one with no remorse. Two hours later the Taoist in me condemned to bad karma I had a sink full of carcasses and a house badly in need of airing out.

I was told that they do not like cinnamon. This is true, in that they do not eat cinnamon. However it does not seem to deter them accessing that which is more to their liking. And I have discovered that Orlando finds that cinnamon is quite nice. Refreshing change in breath but not in ant free zones. Tonight I try the next two non-toxic solutions baby powder and diatomaceous earth {also a great solution for fleas}. Diatomaceous Earth kills by physical action and not by chemical so there is supposedly no harm to pets or humans. The tiny hard and sharp diatoms scratch off the insects waxy coating, causing it to dehydrate. It sounds brutal, and my conscious has wavered considering the horrific exposure I have had recently to dehydration, but they are really everywhere.

Although always a fan of a thunderstorm I am very much looking forward to the cold harsh fog of summer.

Crissy Field San Francisco

It has rained for days now. Thunder-stormed even, and that is rare for San Francisco. A rumble of thunder and a show of lightening and the dog tucks himself under the covers and hibernates. With our skylight in the bedroom he has a heads up as to whether it is worth waking up early for the morning walk. Today was one of those days that he needed to be prodded and pushed to get out of bed and down the street.

Like most San Francisco days around 1 PM the sky began to break. The rain wasn't sure that it was going to let go but there was a sign that it may be a lovely evening. So like any good dog owner I loaded Orlando in the car. The window of opportunity for some good exercise can be quite small this time of year. When we arrived at Crissy Field it was obvious that this routine isn't just the norm at my house but all across San Francisco. As the sun peaked out it revealed a beach full of dogs, all ages all sizes.

Always a great place for an off-leash romp, Crissy Field was more popular this afternoon than I have ever witnesses. It was magical. If you are a dog lover and wish to see the best of canine parades Crissy Field, East Beach, between rain showers is the place for you. I am not sure that there was anyone there that did not own a frisky puppy. After days of internment paws were ready to be muddy. For muddy paws make a happy dog.

bicycles only

As a car owner and operator in San Francisco I am making a plea to please designate bicycle only streets in the city. Even one main north south running and one main east west running street would make a HUGE difference. There they are manually transporting themselves without polluting my air or harming my earth and in return we run into them with large fast moving machinery.

The city makes bike lanes, but the transitions from one street to an avenue force the bicyclist to weave across busy intersections to stay on route. I am ready to sacrifice more parking spaces to accommodate those energetic enough to bike. And seriously, we all know that the bike population would instantly double if they weren't subjected to the constant threat of death by dumb car driver.

So as a car owner, who has not been on a bicycle in over five years, please give them their own lanes. Support clean air, lower insurance rates, and healthy knees.