Her first purchase was some Mike's hard lemonade, black cherry flavor. I can't complain too much since I just bought a 15 pack of fruit wheat ale.

Mrs. Ha is slowly getting a job as a hospital patient transporter, at perhaps Rochester's largest employer. It's the age of Covid, it's a large bureaucracy, there are lots of forms to fill out and send back. So far it's all on track, she had a physical and drug test scheduled for today. We're not sure how physical it will be, as she also has to transport specimens.

I hope it all goes well, as we really need a bit of a second income. The application process has been stressful, since so much of it is done by email, and all that Mrs. Ha learned about email and attachments when she was going to school has been forgotten. There have been a lot of calls during my work day.

Covid struck my family, my mom got it a few days ago, and now my dad has it. So far I think I've avoided it. I've been having terrible allergies this year, enough for me to worry, but every test I've taken has been negative.

The family Fourth party and pre-birthday celebration at my parents was thus canceled. They suggested we come over and hang out in the pool and blow stuff up, but it wouldn't have been the same. We stayed home and I even got a few turns of Gettysburg '88 in.

Last year New York legalized the possession and consumption of marijuana, in small amounts. Governor Cuomo was trying to save his job and maybe distract his critics.

Laws about growing at home, selling and buying have been put off until 2023. These things take time.

A grey market has arisen. For some shops, you buy a sticker for $40, and are gifted an eighth of weed. For others, buying a tee shirt once is enough. This is all anecdotal, of course.

Then there's the rez. There's one about forty minutes away, a few hundred acres near Basom where the Tonawanda can live in peace. The last time I went onto a rez was during the college tours of 2018 for cheap gas, this was the one south of Buffalo. Things are different today, there were about 20 places selling pot, ranging from a trailer to a regular store.

Needless to say, hypothetical trips to western Massachusetts to buy weed have become very hypothetical.