Pat and I with the big stack of house flyers and MLS printouts.



Tonight Pat and I gathered up all the flyers and MLS printouts that we used to search for a house and - threw them out. There will be no home purchase - here or in California. Mexico maybe. In a year or two.

We have found a house to lease in Alameda, at the old Naval Air Station. It was formerly a flag officer's home - maybe an Admiral. There are five bedrooms, including the maids quarters. Pat found it during a quick trip to town to firm up his job offer.

The area has grand old homes really spread out. Eventually, they will all be torn down for high-density development. For now, at market-rate rent you seem to get a lot for the money. Space - trees - city views - right on the estuary. As long a terrorist doesn't slip a nuke into a port container we should be fine there.

Tomorrow morning we head back to Wyoming for perhaps the last visit for some time. I guess with the approach of harsh southern Wyoming weather it might not seem so inviting in the coming months, but last time we were there Clark fired up the big iron wood stove and it was pretty cozy. Mona even had a pot of ham and beens simmering on it, which produced a pretty wonderful smell throughout the house.

Mona and Clark at the ranch.



It's interesting that I can now start blogging again, and that I have a more serene state of mind. I guess the struggle to follow the Buddhist practice is finally starting to bear fruit. Certainly, I have learned to stop struggling so much with things that are uncontrollable, and just peacefully abide. I also have learned that until certain lessons are learned, the troubles just keep piling on, and those things that are most intractible or undesirable just keep coming until they are no longer resisted.






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