I lost my 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 Crown is not a good thing.

Talking about my "doing something useful" seems to be her favorite topic of conversation. 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 e-mailed her and told her that I had joined a parachute club.

She replied, "Are you nuts? You are in your 60s, retired, and now you're going to start jumping out of airplanes?"

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 my son-in-law picked up the phone and said that she had fainted.

Life as a senior citizen is not getting any easier, but sometimes it can be a hell of a lot of fun.

Sib, you are a Senior Beginner with training wheels.  Wait until your seniority becomes real and the training wheels are taken off.

Oh, Steve is just a baby, not even a baby boomer. Great joke, though!

I looked in the mirror this week and realized that my hair has turned mostly gray. I guess I never noticed it before. Maybe I wasn't wearing my glasses. lol

I colored my hair since the age of 35.  The other day I started letting it grow out for the first time (any speck of gray and I colored it) - I was shocked to see there are more than specks of gray.  At least as a man you can go gray.

I saw a personal add, a man of 77 years seeking a woman to date.  She must be 70 or younger - now what difference does that 7 years make?

When my mom decided to let her hair go greay, She pulled out her designer scarves. My dad knew she liked them, so he would bring at least one back from every business trip. He knew it was something safe.

She would wrap her head in these elegant, colorful turbans and wear silk pantsuits during the day (This was during the late 1970's).

Then, suddenly one day, she stopped. First, though, she went to the hairdressers for a professional short crop. You would have thought she had a coloring job as well. Her hair, across her forehead and temples, was snow white. Then from the crown to the nape, it gradually, and very evenly, got a little darker.

I think half or more of the women in town over 60 started wearing scarbes the next week.

Well DK, I suppose it would depend on what age you were and what age you were looking for. A seven year difference could be a problem if you're talk a 20 year old looking for a 13 year old. Unless you're in Yemen of course, then who cares what age the child is.

I once dated a woman 17 years older and my sister is married to a man 12 years younger.

Actually, that's my point.  Seeking a woman seven years younger than 77 doesn't make a lot of sense to me.  The differences in the 70's are rare.

The difference between 15 and 30 is a lot.

The difference between 45 and 60 not so much.

The difference between 65 and 80 quite a bit.

At one point I dated men very much younger.  It never felt right.