Yesterday, my daughter emailed me, asking why I didn't do something useful with my time.
"Like sitting around the pool, drinking wine isn't a good thing?" I asked.
Talking about my "doing something useful" seems to be her favorite topic of conversation. She is "only thinking of me," she said and suggested that I go down to the Senior Center and hang out with the fellas.
So, I did and when I got home, I decided to play a prank on her. I sent her an email saying that I had joined the Senior Parachute Club.
She replied, "Are you nuts? You're 84 years old and now you're going to start jumping out of airplanes ?"
I told her that I even had a Membership Card and e-mailed a copy to her.
Immediately, she telephoned me and yelled; "Good grief, Dad, where are your glasses?! This is a membership to a Prostitute Club, not a Parachute Club."
“Oh man, am I in trouble?" I said; "I signed up and prepaid for five jumps a week!
The line went dead.
Life as a Senior Citizen may not be getting any easier, but it can be fun.
