Yesterday my daughter emailed me yet again, asking why I didn’t dosomething useful with my time. “Like sitting around the pool and drinking wine is not a good thing?” I asked. Talking about my “doingsomethinguseful” seems to be her favourite topicof conversation.
She was “only thinking of me”, she said and suggested that I go down tothe 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 tostart 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. Isigned up for five jumps a week!”. The line went quiet and her friend picked up the phone and said that mydaughter had fainted.
