Richard
08-11-2013, 15:09
Older and wiser...and definitely not senile! :D
Yesterday my daughter asked (again) why I didn't do something useful with my time. Talking about my "doing something useful" seemed to be her favorite topic of conversation anymore. She claimed she was "only thinking of me" and suggested I go down to the senior center and socialize with the other seniors and play games, do crafts, play cards or bowl, and have lunch.
Well, I did this a few times and 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 a great time and met one of the volunteers there who signed me up for a parachute club.
She said, "Are you nuts? You're nearly 70 years old and you're now going to start jumping out of airplanes again?"
I proudly showed her that I even got a membership card (that I had made on my computer that morning before going to the senior center).
She said to me, "Good grief, where are your glasses! This is a membership to a Prostitute Club, NOT a Parachute Club."
"Well, then I'm in trouble twice," I told her. "I signed up for five jumps a week."
Hearing that, she fell back onto the couch, huffing and puffing and nearly fainting.
Life as a senior citizen is not getting any easier, but sometimes it really can be more fun. ;)
Yesterday my daughter asked (again) why I didn't do something useful with my time. Talking about my "doing something useful" seemed to be her favorite topic of conversation anymore. She claimed she was "only thinking of me" and suggested I go down to the senior center and socialize with the other seniors and play games, do crafts, play cards or bowl, and have lunch.
Well, I did this a few times and 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 a great time and met one of the volunteers there who signed me up for a parachute club.
She said, "Are you nuts? You're nearly 70 years old and you're now going to start jumping out of airplanes again?"
I proudly showed her that I even got a membership card (that I had made on my computer that morning before going to the senior center).
She said to me, "Good grief, where are your glasses! This is a membership to a Prostitute Club, NOT a Parachute Club."
"Well, then I'm in trouble twice," I told her. "I signed up for five jumps a week."
Hearing that, she fell back onto the couch, huffing and puffing and nearly fainting.
Life as a senior citizen is not getting any easier, but sometimes it really can be more fun. ;)