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.