On Friday morning, the Fourth of July, we hustled the baby of the Bird Dog litter, age 16, down to JFK for her flight to Heathrow. This young world traveller is going on her third solo European trip, this time to study in an advanced Shakearean acting course at Oxford. Acting in, and digging into the classics is her passion.
She's a lucky gal to be blessed with a passion like that.
Her video auditions for the program impressed even me - as did her admission essays. There are those moments when you look wonderingly at a kid of yours and you think "How the heck did I produce that?!?!" Of course, you didn't. God did it. I have had many such head-scratching moments with my kids.
As typically happens in the four days before such trips, we had to deal with a suddenly-made-aware-of lost passport (it evaporated during the recent driver's license ID process) - and then with her emergency root canal on Thursday morning. Terrifying visions of Brit dentistry!
Her first and almost immediate email after her arrival at Balliol College was to inform us that she had neglected to bring her precious, required, and essential Riverside Shakespeare with her. It was the only item she absolutely had to have. She needed it immediately. Actor-types are like that...
I considered driving to the shore and trying to toss it across the pond to her, but that Riverside Shakespeare is a weighty tome.
So she will have to solve that emergency herself.