By Friday I had forgiven V enough to take her to see The Sound of Music put on by the Columbus Children's Theater. They did an excellent job and I liked the theater, too.
Brian was home when we got back. He was here all day today. It was cool and damp and gray out but we went to a park for a wildflower walk anyway. The emphasis was on medicinal uses and from what I heard I gather ancient peoples had a greater need for emetics than we do today. Walking around outside you might not even notice any blossoms, but we found a few: Whitlow grass, Rue anemone, Greek valerian, Bloodroot, Spring beauty, and a small patch of scilla that must have wandered in from a garden.
Back at home Brian continued his Tour of Drinks by making a Perfect Manhattan. "Perfect" in this case means that he added equal amounts of sweet and dry vermouth to whiskey with a dash of bitters. Whatever, it tasted like whiskey. Then he made a Classic Manhattan, with no sweet vermouth and, I think, proportionally more whiskey. After dinner we watched a perfectly awful movie--even a couple of Manhattans couldn't make Buzby the Misbehaving Bee watchable. It wasn't quite bedtime yet so V and I walked to the pond; when we got back it was quite bedtime. I took a nap then, too. The whiskey/Max Lucado combination really wore me out.