Yesterday my daughter e-mailed
me, again, asking why I didn't do something useful with my time, "like
sitting around the pool, as drinking wine 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, I did and when I got home,
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 77 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 for five jumps a week!" The line went
dead.
Life as a Senior Citizen isn't
getting any easier, but sometimes ... it can be fun.
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