Yesterday my daughter again asked why I didn't do something useful with my time. Talking about my "doing something useful" seems to be her favourite topic of conversation of late. She was "only thinking of me" and suggested I go down to the senior center 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 told her that I had joined a parachute club. She said, "Are you nuts? You're almost 80 years old and you're going to start jumping out of airplanes?" I proudly showed her that I even got a membership card. She said to me, "Good grief, where are your glasses! This is a membership to a Prostitute Club, not a Parachute Club." "Oh, dear! I don't know what to do. I signed up for five jumps a week." I told her. She fainted.