Monday, July 21, 2008

This and That ...

Remember how I was saying that Dancing in Socks Guy and I were both concerned about cooking "real" meals for each other? We'd both been in situations where someone or another announced that they were a REALLY good cook and proceeded to serve up a steaming hot dish of puke. Up until last night it looked like we were good as far as that went and then ... well, poor Dancing in Socks Guy had the first "bad" cooking experience.

I've been doing most of the cooking since I got here, last night was his turn. We'd gone out and bought a wok, which he spent all afternoon seasoning with the same care and attention most people would lavish on their first baby. We also went to Talin Market and bought all kinds of good stuff, such as Sesame Balls and Senbei and, oh yeah, stuff for stir fry. I made the oyster sauce and he did all the vegetable prep and stir frying. We ate it, quite late, around 10 PM, and it was yummy.

It sure tasted better going down, as it turned out for me. I woke up around 2 AM and spent an hour getting rid of it by the two means naturally possible. The throwing up part was hard, much harder than you'd think it would be for someone who spent nearly two decades throwing up at least once a day. But, just as former smokers and religious converts are most vociferous about their new lives, so it is with former bulimics. All I could think about was how gross it was going to be, but as it always does, I felt so much better once it was over. Given the short duration, it was probably bacterial in origin, most likely Staphylococcal. My poor sweetie felt so bad! He didn't come down with it quite so badly as I did, just a mildly upset tummy. But, we're both fine now.

I know you guys really wanted to read all about that.

Aside from giving ourselves food poisoning and buying the wok, we also got some more stuff for the house. There is a little stationary store in the Nob Hill section of Albuquerque called Papers. They don't seem to have their own website, but it's wonderful. Aside from gorgeous stationary, they also have unique wrapping paper, cards, and assorted little tchochkies. We have a fish theme in the bathroom, so we got some aquatic-themed wrapping paper which we'll varnish and put up. I'll post a picture when it's done. I also got something I fell in love with the first time I went to this store, and always imagined getting one day should I be lucky enough to live in Albuquerque with my love. I was that lucky, so I went and got these. They are switch plates which have covers from 1950's era pulp novels lacquered on. How cool are these?


This one is in the living room:


This one is in the hallway:


And this one is in the bedroom:



I love them :) They add a certain yo no se to the place, I think. I need to pick up one more for Dancing in Socks Guy's office. He initially thought the idea of getting special switch plates was pointless, but he loves these. The kitchen has "willow ware" switch plates already that I got at Big Box Store, and the bathroom switch has this bizarre three-switch configuration which means I'll probably have to lacquer the existing plate. Maybe with some of the aquatic-themed paper.

Elle

Tuesday, July 15, 2008

Best damn chicken, ever!

I've mentioned a time or two that this is the first time Dancing in Socks Guy and I have ever lived with a romantic partner. We've both had roommates in the past, but the obvious aside, there's a world of difference between living with the love of your life and with someone you found on Craigslist.

One minor area of concern for me was cooking. For a variety of reasons, mainly our love of eating out, up until now neither of us has ever truly cooked an entire meal for the other. Breakfast, quick stuff, yes. A main dish and sides? No.

I adore cooking, and I was a little worried that he'd basically hate the way I cook. Food preferences are so highly individual, and while neither of us is particularly fussy, I'm pretty adventurous and I was afraid he might not appreciate some of my more ambitious flights of culinary fancy.

So far, so good. He liked my spaghetti sauce, though it's more subtly flavored and a lot more labor intensive than the way he makes it. As an added bonus, I introduced him to the joys of Dreamfields Pasta, which he now loves. He was a little leery of my steak marinade, based on the Eades recipe of an overnight bath in a marinade of olive oil and red wine, but raved about it for days.

Tonight was the biggest test -- whether or not he would like my brined chicken. Brining, for those who don't know, is a technique in which you place poultry in a brine solution for a period of time (how long depends on what you're making). Via osmosis, the brine solution permeates the meat, flavoring it and making it incredibly juicy. The basic brine is about 1 1/2 cups of kosher salt per gallon of water (one gallon is plenty for a small chicken) and you can add whatever you like to the brine to flavor it -- with the caveat that your flavoring needs to be water-soluble to work.

Dancing in Socks Guy loves me, but he did look at me cross-eyed when I soaked a perfectly good chicken in a salt water bath, then proceeded to cut up some oranges and lemons, combined it with grapes, scallions, a garlic clove or two, seasoned it with cracked black pepper and shoved it all up the chicken's cavity. This is based on a method of cooking chicken my grandfather used to do, which he called Pollo al' culo, which, very loosely translated, means "Chicken up the butt." Because you're stuffing fruit into the chicken's ... well, you get it. Giada De Laurentiis has a recipe called Garlic and Citrus Chicken, which is very much like how Grampie used to make it except it has a much more polite name. But the secret to my chicken is the brining.

Anyway, he though I'd lost my mind until he took his first bite and damned if he didn't pick that thing clean, all while mumbling about possible recipe variations. He LOVED it. I think you will too. Here's the recipe, in case you want to try it

Pollo al' culo

Brining Process

1 chicken, guts removed and reserved for broth or cats later
1 1/2 cups kosher salt
15 cups cold water
1 cup vegetable broth
Juice of one lemon

Combine water, broth, lemon juice and salt in large pan or bowl. Submerge chicken in brine, cover and place in refrigerator. Allow to brine for at least one hour. I usually do two to four hours. Do not brine the chicken at room temperature, there is not enough salt in there to prevent bacterial growth.

After chicken has brined, removed and rinse with cold water. Pat dry, place in pan.

Stuffing

1 Orange
1 Lemon
5-10 green grapes (optional)
3 Scallions
2 cloves fresh garlic
1/4 cup chicken broth
Black pepper, parsley

Cut oranges and lemons into small wedges. Crush garlic cloves lightly, chop scallions. Combine, sprinkle with freshly cracked black pepper. Combine, stuff as much as you can into the chicken cavity. Place whatever is left in pan around chicken. Add chicken broth to pan, sprinkle chicken with parsley and more black pepper, if you like. Cover pan with tin foil and place in a 350 F preheated oven. Approximately half way though cooking time, remove foil and allow chicken to brown. You may want to remove some of the pan liquid at this point (it's quite salty, though the chicken itself will not be) to prevent the bottom of the chicken from macerating. Test chicken for doneness -- when clear liquid runs out of a hole poked between the wing and breast and in the thigh, or when a meat thermometer inserted in the thigh reads 170 F -- takes about 20 minutes per lb of chicken plus 20 minutes, so 100 minutes for a four lb bird -- let rest for 10-15 minutes, and serve.

Happy eating!

Elle

Monday, July 14, 2008

Laundry and other indoor sports

Dancing in Socks Guy said last night that living with me has been good for him in many ways, aside from having an enthusiastic foodie who likes sports, indoors and otherwise. Meaning, when you live with someone, you have to live up to certain responsibilities, like cleaning the house and taking out the garbage. Things that are easy to let slide when it's just you and the cats.

For me, the thing that living with Dancing in Socks Guy has really improved is how I do the laundry. By "improved" I mean getting it done before I'm down to the point where my clothing choices are limited to a sports bra, that last, really uncomfortable pair of underpants, leopard print palazzo pants four sizes too big that I kept to remind me of why I low carb, and my Maxwell Equations t-shirt.

Now, in fairness to me, I did not have access to laundry facilities in my last place. To do laundry meant hauling the basket down two flights of stairs, down a steep driveway, into my car and then into the laundromat. Which was expensive. So, I did laundry only when I absolutely had to.

Here, it's right outside my door, and while it's coin-op, it's incredibly cheap so I don't have to shove forty pounds of clothes into a ten pound washer any longer. And now, I actually do it once a week like a normal person would. Oh, I haven't reformed completely, I don't bother separating darks and whites and I use way too much detergent, but, you know ... baby steps.

This is just one of the many differences between me and Dancing in Socks Guy. Now, I like a neat house. A place for everything and everything in its place. He basically never unpacked from his last move, happily living amongst what I affectionately call his cardboard box collection, moving from room to room via tiny little aisles between boxes.

As noted above, I have a very casual, laissez-faire attitude towards laundry. He, despite his complete disregard for clutter and clean dishes, takes laundry very seriously. Not only does he separate darks and lights, he has a process for washing the latter which he refers to as his "sure-fire method for getting whites really white" and which I just call "Byzantine."

It involves a pre-soak step with bleach and hot water in the mop bucket (yeah, really), followed by a double wash cycle in the machine, soap and bleach for the first go-round and just hot water! Don't use soap in the second cycle, sweetie, just hot water! for the second. I mean, hell -- I'd do all that for a friend. And I do understand why you are supposed to wash lights and darks separately, even if I don't actually do it myself. But all this? For underpants and towels?

This is why we do our laundry separately, and why he does the towels and the sheets. Because I won't do them right. But that's okay, it's why I'm in charge of the grocery shopping, because he'll come home with nothing but cereal, Red Bull and beer. But that's okay. We all have our strengths and weaknesses.

Elle

We now resume our original posting schedule ...

ETA: I just looked at my counter stats -- what in the hell precipitated nearly 1000 hits last Wednesday (July 9th)? Was I mentioned somewhere?

At last, a few quiet moments.

It's week #2 here in beautiful Albuquerque, and I feel like I should write a whole bunch of posts about the trip out and all the myriad adventures we've had. Actually, I feel like I should have been writing said posts all along, but you know how it is. Now that we have our own internet -- instead of having to go to Flying Star to use theirs -- I can start posting on a more regular basis.

But for tonight, a collection of random stuff:

- My cats did very well on the drive. Minx was a bit mouthy at times, but for the most part, just meowed for a bit before settling down and sleeping the whole way, like the other cats

- United Airlines sucks. They canceled Dancing in Socks Guy's connecting flight out of Chicago -- which had already been seriously delayed -- at the last possible minute. The plan was that he would fly to Manchester, NH where I would pick him up. I'd then drive most of the night while he slept, then he would take over and we'd switch off until we got to our stop in Fenton, Missouri. As it happens, our best option turned out to be for me to drive seventeen frigging hours to Chicago, pick him up, and then let him drive to Fenton.

- Speaking of Fenton, if you ever need to stop there for any length of time, and if you have pets, stay here. They let us keep all four cats in the room! Yeah, there was a cleaning fee, but it beats trying to sneak them in. It was well kept, clean, and judging by the number of "pet in room" signs on the doors, very pet friendly.

- The new job is going well so far, though not much is going on since it's such a new company. That will change this week. Everyone has been very nice and friendly, and I'm really looking forward to the work.

- Living with Dancing in Socks Guy has been fine. I always assumed that issues would crop up, since we've both lived alone for so long, and this is the first time either of us has lived with a romantic partner. But, I also had faith we'd be able to adjust. So far we have. No huge issues have cropped up, just the minor shit you'd expect. Like all my copper kitchen decorations. Despite what he says it does not look like TGI Friday's in here. As I tell him, he's living with a woman now. It's shelf paper and guest towels from here on out, baby!

- The corollary to that is that I live with a man now, and it's all DIY with no respect to aesthetics now, baby! Oh, I worried a bit at first when we went to Lowe's and he'd eye the big foam panels and start yapping about making inserts for the big living room windows for the winter. But, I've learned to just tune him out when he says stuff like, "You know, I'd just need to get a reciprocating saw and ..."

- That said, we probably will do the panels. Fuck aesthetics, they're single pane glass and this is an older complex and while we have natural gas, heating costs will be through the roof. But otherwise, our new place is nice and roomy, a necessity when you have six cats.

- Speaking of cats, his two and my four are getting along a whole lot better than we dared hope. Thundercat and Morsel were smart enough to be submissive to Slinky and Ed, since we were in "their" space. My girls were not so smart. But, aside from a bit of hissing and all the first day or so, things have settled down, especially since we moved into the new place which was a no-man's land, in terms of feline territory. The four boys are all to the point where they will sleep on the same bed/sofa, and all six eat in the same space.

- If you have six cats you'd better be damn sure to clean the litter boxes and vacuum every single day.

Elle

Tuesday, July 1, 2008

Move #2

We made it!
We arrived in Albuquerque very early Sunday morning after a trip that, while it didn't go all that smoothly, worked out in the end. I'll tell you all about that later. The kitties were not especially enamored of their two-day adventure, but all things considered, did very well with it, pretty much sleeping the whole time with one notable exception. That means you, Minx. The same goes for their introduction to their new brothers, Slinky and Ed. While there was the usual hissing and yowling at first, things have settled down a lot. Thank God for Thundercat. I knew he'd be the Ambassador and smooth everything out with his own brand of feline diplomacy.
We spent Sunday and Monday putzing around, picking up some stuff for the new place which we move into today. Dancing in Socks Guy has a smallish one-bedroom and with the clowder of cats we now have, plus all our stuff, we needed something a mite bigger. Okay, I wanted something a mite bigger. So, we're moving into a two-bedroom in the same complex, which happens today. This was, Dancing in Socks Guy gets his own study where he can keep his collection of cardboard boxes.
Today is also my first day at work. It's basically paperwork etc. but I am so nervous. Whenever I start a new job I always have the feeling that I will soon be revealed for a fraud who knows nothing. Which is silly, because, well, I'm not a fraud and I do know a lot. Ah well.
More later, kids. Hope all is going well with you!
Elle

Thursday, June 26, 2008

Au Revoir, Mes Amis!

But not for long :)

Tonight, around midnight, I pick up Dancing in Socks Guy at the airport, and we head straight for Albuquerque, my four cats in tow.

Everything has been packed and shipped and cleaned and fixed that needed packing, shipping, cleaning and fixing. Now I just have to relax and trust that we'll all get there safely, one way or the other.

Please think good thoughts for us, and wish us luck!

Elle

Tuesday, June 24, 2008

Stressing

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!

More on why later.

Elle

Wednesday, June 18, 2008

2008 World Champions!



SUCK IT, LA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

:)

Elle

Tuesday, June 17, 2008

Query

Is there anything that people will not take if you put it outside your house under a sign that says, "free stuff"?

The answer is no.

People will stop and pick up damn near anything.

Last week I put out a bunch of stuff, including a well-used cat tree, and by the next morning it was gone. Today I put out another huge bunch of stuff, including mismatched dishes -- nothing fancy, mind you, just plain old dishes -- Christmas ornaments that are hardly heirloom-quality, beat up pots and pans and two bags full of utensils -- again, nothing special, just Target-quality, well-used cutlery -- and it was gone in about an hour.

I can't wait for the yard sale on Saturday. I'm saving the good crap for that!

Elle


Sunday, June 15, 2008

Moving along ...

Updates, as you may have guessed, will probably be a bit sparse over the next few weeks. I move in thirteen days!

Things are going well thus far. Most of the important stuff -- cats, bank stuff, address forwarding and all those little details -- have been addressed. I wish I were further along in packing, but a great deal of my "packing" actually just involves throwing things out, so it's not as bad as it looks.

The kitties have been microchipped and vaccinated for rabies. Aside from the usual debate about why I don't want them vaccinated for anything else, that went fine. Lilly went in on Thursday, Morsel went in on Friday, and Minx and Thundercat went in together on Saturday. Saturday was especially fun, as I had my nine year old niece, C, with me for the day. She was very helpful, opening doors for me as I lugged 22 lbs of combined cat weight in and out.

After the vet, we got her some Chicken Nuggets (she's the sweetest kid in the world until her blood sugar gets low) and some water, then we went to see Kung Fu Panda. Which we both loved. I so love going to the movies with C, she snuggles up right next to you and doesn't hog the popcorn. Then we got her nails done -- she wanted me to get mine done too, but I explained that Auntie will wreck that manicure in about ten minutes what with packing and all, so we just did hers -- and then went to the bookstore, got some stuff, and then to Claire's where she got some earrings. A perfect Auntie-Niece Day. I'm really going to miss that kid. But, we're making plans to have her come out and visit. She is old enough, in theory, to fly alone. In reality, she's probably not quite there mentally, so she'll have to come out with my mom or brother or whoever.

What else ... the car is almost set for her long trip. It occurs to me though, that in six years of ownership I've never once used the cruise control on it. What can I say? I learned to drive before we had that particular bell/whistle, and then for the longest time I owned cars which predated it, and I'm just used to not using it. I have no idea if it even still works. I guess I should try it.

Today involves more packing, which I should get to, like, now I suppose. This coming week involves the final plotting of the route and booking of hotels. And shipping!

More later!

Elle

Saturday, June 7, 2008

This may be why I'm so tired tonight.

It's hard to believe I received the formal offer letter just five days ago. It seems like a much longer time than that has passed, and it also seems hard to believe that there are still three weeks to go. Until I got the formal offer I refused to write anything down, plan-wise, lest I jinx it. But I was keeping a mental list of things which needed to be done, a list that turns out to have been quite detailed and long because when I actually wrote it down, it took up two pages.

I've jumped right into it, paranoid about leaving things till the last minute. Here's what I've done in the last five days:

1.) Made appointments for the cats to get current on their rabies shots and get micro-chipped.

2.) Bought the cats safety collars (break-away) for the trip so they can wear their rabies tags and new ID tags, which I also got. Because micro-chipping alone isn't enough to assuage Mama Cat's paranoia about one of them getting lost along the way.

3.) Bought the cats carriers for the trip. Minx, Morsel and Thundercat all get along well, and will ride together in the gigantic Sof-Krate I bought for them. It's actually a soft-sided dog crate for larger breed dogs, but will nicely accomodate three cats with room to move about and lie down. Miss Lilly, since she is a calico and therefore does not play well with others gets her own crate, also large enough to move around a little. Each cage will hold small food and water dishes. I also found the coolest corner litter pans, meant for ferret cages, which will fit in each. Not, of course, that they will be used but it seemed only polite to provide them. Actually, they may use them -- when Baby Boy was first diagnosed with dilated cardiomyopathy he spent some time in an oxygen cage, kindly donated by a friend. It's basically a large dog cage, sealed in with plastic sheeting with a hole for a hose that runs to an oxygen concentrator. I used to put a small pan of litter in there for him, and he'd just put his hindquarters in and use it.

4.) Made arrangements to return said oxygen cage to said friend. She, like myself, is now caring for a second heart kitty, but like my Lilly, her cat is still asymptomatic as well. So it's been in my storage space for two years. Back it goes!

5.) Researched the route to Albuquerque, and found pet friendly hotels for the cats ... okay, there seems to be a cat-related trend going on here. Anyway, while a lot of hotels are pet friendly, we're somewhat restricted because "pet-friendly" usually means "friendly to one or two cats" and I have four. So it's places like Econolodge and Motel 6 and other places which have exterior corridors which make it easier to sneak in additional cats.

6.) Got my car lubed, oiled, filtered, had the belts checked, tired balanced and rotated (they're new-ish), the alignment checked, and the A/C recharged. If you live in eastern Massachusetts, go to Hogan Tire for your automotive needs, specifically the North Beverly location. They rock. It needs one more thing, a new catalytic converter -- though I could in theory let this go -- which gets done next Friday.

7.) Called my bank and worked out when to get new accounts and all that -- they have a branch in Albuquerque, so no problems there.

8.) Packed up my kitchen, sorted for "keep" and "yard sale."

9.) Packed up my living room knickknack thingies.

10.) Cleaned out one of my storage spaces, sorted things for "keep" and "yard sale."

11.) Sorted out my 400+ books, got rid of most that I will not be keeping via donation.

12.) With my mother's help (thanks Mom!) took my bed apart and brought it outside for whoever might want it. It's an old wooden platform bed, which would fetch nothing at a yard sale, and this basically emptied out the bedroom, which we cleaned. This way, I can store all the yard sale stuff in there which gives me a lot more room. I put the mattress on my futon, so I'll be sleeping in the living room from now on. I also disassembled and threw out the old cat tree. Which someone picked up right away. Even though it was raining that day and even though it's four years old and the sisal has mostly been ripped away. But I did vacuum off the worst of the cat hair before I chucked it.

13.) Got the yard sale permit. They're free, but in a small town with minimal serious crime, the police actually do check to make sure you have the permit and will shut you down if you don't have it.

14.) Brought home some boxes from work and two bags of foam packing peanuts which, fortuitously, were in said boxes.

15.) Started training the three students in the lab to do all those assays and cells stuff I do now.

16.) Brought some stuff to Mom's for temporary (really, I promise) storage. Actually, much of it was hers to start with. She'll send it along after we move into our new apartment.

17.) Got a new apartment. Actually, Dancing in Socks Guy did this. His current apartment is a smallish one bedroom, which we might have gotten away with if it had just been us. But, there are of course the six cats to consider, so we wanted a two bedroom. Luckily, thanks to the end-of-semester student exodus, there is a ton of stuff available at the moment, but we really wanted to stay in the area he's in now. It's literally right across the street from the university and less than two miles from where I'll be working. This could have waited till I got there, but school starts up again in August, which means things start getting rented in July. Luckily, a two-bedroom in the complex where he is now opened up which made it so easy -- he's already a tenant there, so there was no fuss, just a small transfer fee. Sweet! Of course, this means we spend three days driving across the country, have one day to recover and then have to move to a new place. But it's literally fifty feet from where he lives now, and his friends will help. They'll have to because I'll be at work that day. Not a full day, just HR stuff. Oh, darn.

18.) I also got my signed offer letter and non-disclosure agreements signed and mailed to the new job.

19.) I also resigned my per diem home-health aide job. I was actually working Sunday nights for them, on a pretty regular basis, which I guess makes it more of a part-time job. My last day for them is the fifteenth. I will miss them, they're a great agency.

20.) Got a copy of my birth certificate -- actually, Mom did (thanks again, Mom!). Although she did ask, "Will they let me get a copy of your certificate?" To which I answered, "Did you give birth to me?" I lose my birth certificates all the time, mainly because replacing it has never been a big deal since I live ten miles from where I was born. This is about to change.

21.) Found my social security card and the title to my car! I filed away the loan maturity stuff the finance company mailed me when I paid off my car, and couldn't remember if the title was in there, an issue because I'll need it when I change my registration, and getting a copy of a car title in Massachusetts is a uniquely challenging experience. But there it was.

All that. In five days. And there's still so much more to do!

Elle

Thursday, June 5, 2008

Westward Expansion

Moving. Such fun! Planning, arranging, cleaning and packing.

Last night I cleaned out one of my two storage spaces. I live in an attic apartment of a historic home, and there are two crawl spaces where, despite a massive clean-out two years ago, a mysterious re-population of junk has somehow occurred.

Not all of it is junk, of course, a lot of it is stuff I inherited when my grandparents died. There are some valuable pieces, some sentimental pieces, and an inordinate amount of family detritus. My great-grandparents' Italian passports. A bill from Boston Eye and Ear Infirmary, for surgery one of my uncles had on his eyes when he was a kid in the 1940's. The cost in 1942 for surgery, anesthesia, and a week's board? $28.50.

There are also a lot of loose pictures. My dad has most of the photo albums, but I have many as well. There's one of my Nana and Grampie, before they were married, at Crane's Beach in Ipswich, just down the road. You'd never know, looking at their smiling faces, that my grandmother would end up referring to my grandfather after his death as her "ex-husband."

Then there was a studio picture of my Uncle Bennie, Nana's oldest brother. I never knew Uncle Bennie in life, he died in the mid-fifties, well before I was born. But I heard so many stories about him from Nana that I always felt like I knew him. Uncle Bennie was a pharmacist, his education paid for by my great-grandfather's employer. My great-grandfather worked as a gardener on a large estate, also just down the road, and this was the era when employers really took care of their household staff. Without Mr. Searle, Uncle Bennie never would have gone to high school, let alone pharmacy school. This was a gift that kept on giving, Uncle Bennie, by virtue of education, was able to pay for his younger brothers educations, and even violin lessons for my Nana. I still have her little violin that Uncle Bennie bought her.

Growing up, I knew that Uncle Bennie and indeed almost all of Nana's brothers -- Ralph, Jerry, and Tommy -- had gone out west to live. The only one who didn't was Uncle Louis, who died at age 30. But it wasn't until towards the end of Nana's life, when I was gathering family stories from her, that I thought to ask why this was. I remember this conversation well. I used to go by Nana's house every night to check on her -- she was still living independently then -- and make her dinner. We were sitting at the kitchen table, eating zuppa di lentici (lentil soup), talking about the family when I asked her, "Why did all the uncles move West? What made them do that?"

"Well," she said, stirring her soup. "My father always intended to go west. It's why he came here in the first place."

"Really?" I said. This was the first I'd heard of it."

"Yes," she said. "He'd heard stories about it, about the American West and he wanted to go out there, hoping he could work on the railroad, or so he said. I think he really wanted to be a cowboy. And he was fascinated by stories about Indians. When he first came here, he worked on the rails in Glen Falls, New York, then he came to Boston and started working on Mr. Searle's estate to save money. Then he brought mother, Aunt Florence, Uncle Bennie and Uncle Ralph over. Then, I guess, he just couldn't go any further. There wasn't enough money and too many children, and mother was unhappy enough where she was. But he always told us stories about it, and as soon as he could, Uncle Bennie went out to Yuma. Then he brought out Uncle Tommy. Then Ralph went, and after Jerry retired from the Navy, he settled out there too."

As far as family revelations go, this was pretty tame, but I was surprised nonetheless. I'm the family historian, yet I had no idea what was behind this westward expansion in my own family. If I'd thought about it at all, I probably assumed they just wanted better weather. Who knew it was because my great-grandfather wanted to trade his life as a semi-impoverished, though literate, Italian fisherman for a cowboy's life? Who knew his sons, in part, would make his dreams their own? Who could have guessed that his great-granddaughter would do the same?

High up on the wall across from me is a picture of my great-grandfather and great-grandmother, a beautiful studio portrait, one of their more prized possessions. Not all of my family treasures will be displayed in my new home, but that picture is one of the first things that will go up on the wall.

Elle