I hung two paintings in my den this afternoon, something I had been meaning to do for a while. They were painted by my mother. She did a number of paintings and gave them away in the last year or two of her life.
Late this afternoon we went for a walk to look at some construction projects we can see from our apartment, about a mile away. Someone once said that Calgary looks like a city that is still being unpacked. There are always construction cranes on the skyline, though perhaps not as many now as there once were, and they are moving further out from the city core. On our way back home we stopped at an Indian restaurant for dinner.