Parachute Club
Yesterday my daughter e-mailed me, asking why I didn't do something useful with my time.
"Like sitting around the pool and drinking wine is not a good thing?" I asked her.
Talking about my "doing-something-useful" seems to be her favorite topic of conversation. She was "only thinking of me," she said, and suggested that I go down to the Vacaville Senior Center and hang out with the local folks.
I did this and when I got home last night, I decided to play a prank on her.
I e-mailed her and told her that I had joined a "Parachute Club."
She replied, "Are you nuts? You are 84 years old and now you're going to start jumping out of airplanes?"
I told her that I even got a Membership Card and I e-mailed a copy to her.
She immediately telephoned me and said, "Good grief, Dad, where are your glasses?! This is a Membership to a Prostitute Club, not a Parachute Club!"
"Oh man, I'm in trouble again," I said,
"I really don't know what to do" I said.
"You see I signed up for five jumps a week!!"
The line went dead.
Life as a Senior is not getting any easier, but sometimes it can be a lot of fun.
