Yesterday, my daughter again asked me why I didn’t do something useful with my time. Talking about my “doing something useful” seems to be a favorite topic of hers. She said that she was “only thinking about me”, and suggested that I go down to the senior center, and hang out with the other old guys. I did this.
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 76 years old, and you’re going to start jumping out of airplanes?”
I proudly showed her that I even had a membership card.
She looked at it and said, “Good grief Dad, where are your glasses? This is a membership to a Prostitute Club, not a Parachute Club.”
I told her , “Then I’m in real trouble because I’ve signed up for five jumps a week .”
Life as a senior citizen is not getting any easier, but sometimes it can really be fun