We’re Not in Kansas Anymore

So far, we are in a pink cloud syndrome since we moved to Ohio.

My decision to move Domestic Despot Osama bin KAREN closer to her family is validated every time I see her face light up at the sight of her sister and her nieces and nephews.

Every time I look outside or drive around southern Ohio it is validated every time I see a large patch of trees, which are everywhere.

Only now, when I started the process to get my Ohio medical marijuana card did I realize.

We’re not in Kansas anymore.

In Arizona, a growing state of 7.3 million, 308k people have access to 150 dispensaries to address their medical and now, after Prop 207 passed, recreational needs as well.

That is one dispensary for every 2100 clients, medical and recreational.

In the Great State of Ohio, 11.7 million strong, there are 187k clients (all medical) with access to 57 licensed dispensaries.

That is one dispensary per every 3300 patients.

I haven’t been yet, but it sure sounds like long lines to me.

Another thing I am not in love with is that limits include no marijuana over 23% THC.

Weak.

However, at least they allow you to buy a three-month supply, up to a half pound at a time. I just wonder what I am going to do for the remaining two months.

Another bothersome fact is that once you get your 8 oz. supply, you can still be arrested for smoking pot in public.

If you are that begrudging with your limitations, I suppose you don’t want to emulate the nearly billion dollars a year that AZ seems headed for.

No, that would make too much sense.

What would you do with all that extra income in southern Ohio?

Fix your roads.

It’s pretty bad when you hear people recount the few patches of good road that they traveled on while in Ohio. Like it isn’t their right to have a sound infrastructure in this state. I suppose it isn’t that bad when you compare the roads to a giant crater on the moon.

Potholes.

Gotta love ‘em.

No wonder Goodyear and all the tire manufacturers are here.

They don’t need to build any fancy test tracks for their products.

Just go for a ten-mile drive on ANY state road.

So, it looks like we will finally end our search and settle in a nice little neighborhood in the town of Miamisburg. The house is perfect for us size and maintenance-wise, and has the fireplace we wanted and room for me to put a pool in.

Home sweet home.

Hopefully, around the first week of September, we will close and move in.

Bruiser and Murphy are both ready to get out of these hotel rooms and I am so ready to eat something that isn’t from a ‘to go” container.

I am also ready to set up a little studio in one of the rooms with aims to start playing out again. Of course, I’ll keep you posted.

Pray for all victims of the Dixie fire in northern California. I can not bring myself to think of the animal life and their terrible demise.

Sorry to leave on a bummer.

Stay well.