We send her to America drinking little stronger than water and orange juice and then a couple of years later she is living la dolce vita in Italy or sneaking of the Mallorcan beach to have an espresso, and then you realise your baby is developing her own sophistications and ideas an tastes - and that is ok by me. She is a top girl and its been great having her around all summer but today, this morning, hoo... we are off to Heathrow and she is flying back to Oklahoma. And then the year will be work, tennis, work, flying, Florida, Texas, Kansas, Iowa, and goodness knows where as she swings a tennis racket while keeping up with her course work and all the other fun things in student life. Its a good life, in the gym at 7 a.m., Italian Renaissance art at 10 a.m., tennis at 12... Cherokee at... the pub at... airport... hotel... back to classes (yup) its a life. She is the noisiest person in the house, life is going to be quiet without her - but she and we move on. We like this song, which I learned to play on mandolin this year, especially the little riffs after the verses (which are fun to play) - I will change the words to a Brighton Girl:
