It was bound to occur one of these days…
The American Association of Retired Persons (AARP) is after me. I am receiving so much AARP mail that I am beginning to believe I’ve already joined during one of my senior moments in front of Downton Abbey. Since turning the big 5 – 0, I have received so many little white envelopes with secret-society type lettering and the mysterious non-sender, that I expect they will soon be flying through my imaginary chimney in Harry Potter fashion.
It seems that by showering me with requests, they think they will win me over, sort of wear me down. Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry wanted Harry Potter to join their school so badly they inundated him with invitations until his Aunt and Uncle whisked him away to a deserted island. Where should I go, I wonder.
Maybe I am writing the wrong book. Perhaps I will take a nod from J.K. Rowling and create a fantasy world populated with senior witches and wizards. Citizens with special senior powers like how to see over the steering wheel, make age spots disappear, the ability to lift sagging body parts with a flick of their wands, or how to stay awake past 11 p.m. I will call it, Winifred Quid Wields Her Magic Reach Extender.
Large print edition only, of course. And I will market it to AARP members.
What magic powers thrill you?