Yesterday my daughter emailed me again, asking why I didn't do something useful with my time. "Like sitting around the pool, drinking beer isn't a good thing?" I asked.Talking about my "doing something useful" seems to be her favourite 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, I decided to play a prank on her. I sent her an email saying that I had joined the Senior Parachute Club.She replied, "Are you nuts? You're 75-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 and prepaid for five jumps a week!”The line went dead. Life as a Senior Citizen may not be getting any easier, but it can be fun ...
