The hoist project is finished.

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.

That plastic barrel is to house the hoist when it isn't in use and protect it from the elements.  

Here you see Cliff putting the hoist to use.  When he's done using it, he'll slide it back into its little barrel-house.  
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.