Yesterday my daughter emailed me again, asking me why I don’t do something more useful with my time.
“So, sitting around the pool and drinking wine is not a good thing?” I replied.
Lately though, her talking about my “doing something useful” has been her favourite topic of conversation.
She’s “only thinking of me”, she says, then makes the suggestion that I go down to the Senior Centre and hang out with the girls.
I must admit, I’m getting a bit fed up with her telling me that I’m wasting my time – my retirement time, so I’ve decided to play a prank on her. Today, I emailed her and told her that I’ve joined a parachute club.
To which she replied, “Are you nuts? You are a 78-year-old and now you’re going to start jumping out of planes?”
I told her that I’ve even got a membership card and I emailed a copy to her.
She immediately telephoned me and yelled, “Good grief, Mum, that’s a membership to a prostitute club, not a parachute club.”
“Oh boy, now I’m in trouble,” I said. “What do I do now? I’ve 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 a senior citizen is not getting any easier, but sometimes it can be ever so much fun.
