Give the neighborhood kids $30 and come with me to yoga and then we go look at girls while on the treadmill (I'll teach you how to use the mirrors so we don't get caught leering).
Sounds good, except for the yoga thing - I'm not as flexible as I once was and the girls I've known who were into yoga were like Gumby - it looks like torture.
Hey! I didn't know our families are related! Sounds like my father, sitting on his mountain of silver and gold like some retired dragon; he stubbornly refuses to hire a lawn service and re-roofed a small one car garage at 66 in the middle of August, aka Midwestern steambath.
No kidding. My dad, at roughly the same age, re-roofed (split cedar shingles) their house during the Summer, spending most of his Saturdays, Sundays and many weekday hours after work on the job. They haven't hired anyone to mow their yard in a long time.