Good day to sit in front of the fire

It is a good day to have the fire purring along warm enough to warm my feet as I look outside at this rainy March day.  The morning spent in a Bakery talking with artists about organizations and it seemed a lot like business.  But no one is making any money.

Working class neighborhood, walking and getting really old

Maybe a house in McMinnville?  An offer accepted, but you know how that goes.  A kinda scruffy workingclass neighborhood. The kind we grew up in.  A house from the 40s.  Back to walking, which I look forward to.  It's odd to be looking for a place to be old.