Turn, turn, turn . . .
Friday, May 23, 2008



1 There is a time for everything,
and a season for every activity
under heaven:

2 a time to be born and a time to die,
a time to plant and a time to uproot,
3 a time to kill and a time to heal,
a time to tear down and a time to
build,
4 a time to weep and a time to laugh,
a time to mourn and a time to
dance,
5 a time to scatter stones and a time
to gather them,
a time to embrace and a time to
refrain,
6 a time to search and a time to give
up,
a time to keep and a time to throw away,
7 a time to tear and a time to mend,
a time to be silent and a time to speak,
8 a time to love and a time to hate,
a time for war and a time for peace.

~ Ecclesiastes 3: 1-8

Sound familiar, anyone? It's more than song from the sixties--and much older. It's timeless wisdom, just like the rest of the Good Book. The remainder of that chapter in particular is quite beautiful, but the verses I wrote have been coming to mind quite often lately. By way of explanation, let me paste a portion of an e-mail I just wrote to my dearest Uncle Scott:

I’m packing up and moving in with the folks tomorrow afternoon. Last night Kate and I sat on the couch and took turns holding 2-week-old Corbin while watching the season finale of "Grey’s Anatomy". Sometime during those two hours I realized the closeness that’s developed over the last 4 years and how much I’m going to miss her. I’ve been so excited at the prospect of moving that the thought of missing the Policani’s hasn’t even crossed my mind. The truth is, I’m going to miss Kate, Marc, the kids, and even the gals that moved out long ago. Four years can hold a lot more memories than I might have previously believed. Besides the Policani’s, I haven’t lived in the same place for more than a year since I moved out at age 18. Now I’m 29 and moving back home—kinda trippy huh? Once people realize that it’s not for the purpose of saving money they often ask why and my answer is always the same: It’s just time. “There is a time for everything and a season for every activity under heaven.” I feel like God is calling me to this, so although on the outside it seems like a trivial, common-sense decision, for me it goes much deeper.

On a totally unrelated note, we have a three-day weekend coming up to celebrate Memorial Day. I have no special plans, not yet anyway. I'm hearing varying reports about the weather so we shall see if it merits a walk or a barbecue. Tomorrow I'm a lucky gal: Sheryl called and offered to help me pack up, so she'll be at my house in the morning. At 2pm I'm meeting some ladies from community group for waffles in the U-District, and the folks will be by at 4pm to pick up the bigger furniture and I'll be whisked away from Shoreline. Mercer Island will once again be home. It's so hard-hitting to move from one city to another--how did I ever manage to gallivant around the globe? Seattle will always be home: My gorgeous, lovely, rainy city.



2:30 PM |

Welcome Corbin Policani!
Friday, May 09, 2008


Name: Corbin William Policani
Date of Birth: May 7, 2008
Time: 2:12 a.m.
Weight: 5 lbs 14 oz
Length: 19 inches
Hair: Dark brown at the moment

3:16 PM |

The Big 2-9
Tuesday, May 06, 2008


Another fantastic birthday! Nevermind how old I am. I was looking at previous posts and realize now that I didn't bother to mention last year's festivities, which were just as enjoyable. Alayna once again volunteered to let me use her condo for our party venue, and once again it was an overwhelming success. She decorated the condo, whipped the up the sangria that will soon become her trademark recipe, and performed a karaoke version of Mariah Carey's "Emotions" that will not soon be forgotten. She and her new adorable roommate, Heidi, also took the liberty of creating "Edible Erin", a cake that came complete with eyelashes--how the talents abound.

It was just my style: Good friends and great food, the latter of which was prepared by Yours Truly. I got there early to prepare appetizers of crackers with cream cheese, lox, capers, tomatoes and cucumber, a bowl of edamame (my new favorite), and japanese-style crackers. For dinner we had pork loin marinated with garlic and onion (okay, so Costco did the marinade--but why mess with a good thing?), and angel hair pasta tossed with shrimp and fresh pesto. I made way too much pasta and am still trying to finish it off. Along with Edible Erin, Sheryl brought a from-scratch chocolate cake and Junie a strawberries & cream angel food cake that was almost--almost--too pretty to eat. And no party of mine is complete without strawberry salad, which was prepared by never-to-be-single-again-Megan. I failed to mention the wonderful news of her engagement to John, a man who, in her words, is "remarkable." I think he proposed on April 11th. I have to agree that he is the most worthy man I have seen with Megan, though in my own eyes no one would ever be good enough for her. She is to be cherished.

. . . but I digress. Like last year, my birthday was an excuse to have a ladies night. We giggled, sang, watched "Enchanted", and found innovative new ways to enjoy party favors (don't use your imagination. We are ladies, after all). If you ask nicely I'll show you photos. My gifts included a devotional from Sheryl, another gorgeous pair of earrings from Megan, an assortment of coconut indulgences from Elaina, and chocolates from Janene with a card promising some quality time and perhaps dinner later on. It was just perfect. I love my girlfriends.

On the coattails of Saturday night, Mom and Dad treated Dana , Jon and me to dinner at the Red Robin last night. Dana gave me the best gift ever--a mix CD. I used to take them for granted but it's been a few years since she did this for me. John gave me a Starbucks card that will hopefully last more than a few days. Mom and Dad invited the three of us over for cake to catch up and surprised me with a digital camera! I was overjoyed. I didn't ask for one (my track record with cameras leaves a lot to be desired), but I've wanted one for a long time.

On a side note, my birthday coincides with the newest addition to the Policani household: baby Corbin was born early Wednesday morning, 5 lbs, 15 oz. I moved in the same week Mira was born and will likely move out before Corbin can see me clearly. I can't wait to hold him.

10:38 AM |