"Where are your glasses?"

Where are your glasses?

Yesterday my daughter e-mailed me 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 said. Talking about my "doing something useful" seems to be her favorite topic of conversation. She was "only thinking of me" she said, and suggested I go down to the Men's Shed and hang out with the guys. I did this and when I got home last night I decided to teach her a lesson about staying out of my business. I e-mailed her and told her that I had joined a parachute club.
  
    She replied, "Are you nuts? You are 75 years old, and now you're going to start jumping out of planes?"
  
    I told her that I even got a membership card and e-mailed a copy to her.
  
    She immediately telephoned me, "Good grief, where are your glasses? This is a membership to a Prostitute Club, not a Parachute Club.
  
    "Oh man, I'm in trouble again; 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 a senior citizen is not getting any easier but sometimes it can be fun.