Senior parachute club

Yesterday my daughter e-mailed me, again, asking why I didn't do something
useful with my time. "like sitting around the pool 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 79 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.