Maw and Paw go to West Virginia

Tomorrow is officially our 1 week anniversary of Maw and Paw Roberts in our new little house in West Virginia. The house is quite small which I knew it would be. I love that it is small. I love that it still has some of the character of being probably almost 100 years old.

The old hardwood floors have many stories to tell with each little nick and paint splatter and the old crystal glass doorknobs still have a skeleton key lock.

We brought very little with us and almost no furniture except for a bed. It still feels like camping, but with a house. We went almost four days without hot water. Cold showers really are cold.  

We are more than a week since we left Woodland Hills and it's time to do laundry so without a washer or dryer yet my duty was to set out today and somehow wash and dry the dirty undies. Using my handy dandy phone navigator and after also inquiring with a new local friend as to where the closest laundromat was I was instructed to a location not far away. Of course it was on a one-way street and so after the first two passes not finding the business I slowed way down for the third pass. Obviously the laudromat was as extinct as the dinosaur. Ok.....so there must be another one. Plug into the navigator once again and follow it's directions to the next location which actually has a sign on the building, but empty insides and a "For Rent" sign in the window. Now the trusty navigator has no other options to send me to other than across the street from the "For Rent" sign and is obviously a Dry Cleaners and not a laundromat.

Back to the house with the dirty undies and back to our urban campout. David being a handy hubby, rigged up clothes line for me in the basement while I handwashed a weeks worth of undies in the 1920's era bathtub. They are now stretched out hanging to dry on a maze of line that wraps in three different directions. Our Maw and Paw suite is now complete!

My one solace has been the addition of cable TV which was installed 2 days ago. It has helped me to connect with the world and feel as if life is semi-normal again. That is, until Paw wants to watch tv. Then for some reason any option of watching a show that both Maw and Paw would enjoy seems to be excessively optomistic on my part. Some things don't change even 2000 miles away. Sigh*