Yesterday my daughter e-mailed me yet again, 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.
Talking about my “doing-something-useful” seems to be her favourite topic of conversation.
She was “only thinking of me”, she said and suggested that I go down to the Senior Centre and hang out with the guys.
I did this and when I got home last night, I decided to play a prank on her.
I emailed her and told her that I had joined a Parachute Club.
She replied, “Are you nuts? You are 78 years old and now you’re going to start jumping out of planes?”
I told her that I even got a Membership Card and emailed a copy to her.
She immediately telephoned me and yelled, “Good grief, Mum, 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 signed up for five jumps a week!”. The line went quiet and her friend picked up the phone and said that my daughter had fainted.
Life as an over 60 is not getting any easier, but sometimes it can be fun.