Recently I shared pictures of Cliff erecting a structure intended to support the bargain-priced hoist he bought last spring at a swap-meet. It needed some work, but Cliff got it working in no time.
My daughter happened to be here to take a picture the day Cliff actually got the hoist raised to its intended spot.
By the way, Cliff never wore shorts until he was past fifty; then we started walking for exercise, and I convinced him he'd be much cooler if he'd wear shorts. For a period of two or three years, he did wear them; then he gained weight, they no longer fit him, and he stopped wearing shorts again.
This year, with one-hundred-degree temperatures for so long, he decided to be brave and buy some shorts. He's still uncomfortable wearing them in public; he says he feels silly having people see him like that. I guess that's because he never wore them for so much of his life. Nowadays unless he's doing something outside or in the shop (weed-eating, welding) that dictate his legs be covered, if it's hot, he's wearing shorts.