Any transitional state is a bardo in which you experience your basic confusion quite intensely. There have been moments this week during which I've felt I was walking through a car wash of my karma, with boots and boxing gloves on sticks instead of brushes and water. A tunnel full of clobbering.
We seem to have sold the house and gotten the new one, but it's far from over. If Rice wasn't helping me there would be no way I could get out of this "Home by the Sea." The cost of living here in Cali is such that it's awesome if you're a millionaire communist. Everyone else is treading water. Or drowning.
Here is an interesting fact. If the quality of a home priced x in Cali is x, that of the same priced home in Houston is 3x.
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