Yesterday my daughter again asked why I didn’t do something useful with my time. Her favorite topic of conversation seems to be talking about my “doing something useful.”
She said she was “only thinking of me” and suggested I go down to the senior center and hang out with the guys.
I did this and when I got home last night I decided to teach her a lesson about staying out of my business. I told her that I had joined a parachute club.
She said, “Are you nuts? You ‘re almost 82 years old and you’re going to start jumping out of airplanes?” I proudly showed her that I even got a membership card.
She said to me, “Good grief, where are your glasses! This is a membership to a Prostitute Club, not a Parachute Club.”
“I’m in trouble again, and I don’t know what to do . . . I signed up for five jumps a week.” I told her.
She fainted.
Life as a senior citizen isn’t getting any easier but sometimes it can be fun.
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