I was running errands today and Vince Guaraldi’s composition “Linus and Lucy” came on the radio. Talk about a Proustean moment. The first chord launched me right back in front of the TV watching a long-awaited Charlie Brown special.  Right there at the red light, I started laughing for the pure joy of hearing this song. How delicious it felt to tap into my young self: totally present, suffused with delight and wonder, jiggling in my seat because the body, like a wriggling puppy, must translate happy feelings into movement.

So here you go. Dance. Smile. Wriggle. Remember. 

If you know the Darvicks you know that we are rabid when it comes to Scrabble. Martin and I have a record of every Scrabble game we’ve ever played since we married. Olivia is now in the loop.  She and I haven’t played yet, but I hear tell she recently bested one of Elliot’s friends.  Emma and I now have a Crossplays game (online) running in the background. This game was a first, beginning as it did with four seven-letter words. She took that one in the end — 403 to 398 — and now leads 3 to 2.  It’s good to win but terrific to be bested by her.