My dad did stuff all of the time. He built houses – really built them, I mean…held-the-hammer built them. He built a boat. He built a camper trailer. He fixed our broken cars, toilets and lawnmowers. He threw pottery on a wheel. When we decided we needed a new piece of art for a wall, Dad would paint something to the dimensions of the wall space we wanted to fill. He was always doing stuff. He was working on something all of the time.