Yesterday my daughter e-mailed me, again, asking why I didn't do something useful with my time. Like sitting around the pool and drinking rum isn't a good thing.
Talking about my "doing something useful" seems to be her favorite topic of conversation. She is "only thinking of me," she said, and suggested, I go down to the Senior Center and hang out with the fellas.
So, when I got home, I decided to play a prank on her. I sent her an e-mail saying that I had joined the Senior Parachute Club.
She replied, "Are you nuts? You're 79 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.
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 for five jumps a week!"
The line went dead. I think she fainted.
Life as a senior isn't getting easier but sometimes it can be fun!
