We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
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.
BD from reading your interesting posts, I'd say you kids were blessed to grow up in an intellectually stimulating and inquiring invironment. God may have blessed her with her soul but you apparently have done a fine job with the pick and shovel daily grind work. I hope mine turn out half as well.
If she needs a local contact, although she sounds very self-sufficient, BD, my son lives in London. Another of those, "How the heck did I produce that?!?!" cases. Anyway, he'll be in the States for a few days around next weekend, but he's usually there, and is used to being a shepherd for the occasional ex-pat youngster.