Joining a Senior Club

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 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.

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She replied, “Are you nuts? You’re 76 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

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Feb 2019