A couple of weeks ago, a reader asked if I could please increase the font size of the posts on this blog, as the default size was relatively small and could be difficult to read.
It took a few minutes to figure it out, but I managed to bump up the point size of all posts on the blog permanently (or at least, as of this writing, I think I did).
He/she asked for this change "for visually impaired older folks," and gently reminded me that I would at some point be joining their ranks.
Which is undoubtedly correct. Just not yet.
More than once here I've wondered when I'm going to need to start wearing reading glasses. It's of course not a matter of "if" but "when."
Still, right now, at the ripe old age of 51 1/2, the cheaters are not yet a part of my life.
I can still read books and newspapers without the benefit of visual augmentation, and I can do it without having to hold them way out at arm's length.
The reason, my eye doctor tells me, is because I had LASIK surgery 20 years ago, and that actually bought me some time when it comes to seeing things that are close by. I had the procedure done to enhance my distance vision, so this added bonus on the other end of the spectrum two decades later has been nice.
But it will go away, and likely very soon.
My wife has needed reading glasses for a number of years, as have many of the people with whom I graduated from high school. It happens. You buy yourself a bunch of cheap pairs from CVS and you keep them in spaces where you're likely to need them (your living room, your kitchen, your car, your bedroom, etc.), and you're fine.
I'll get there. But in the meantime, you'll excuse me while I go read something written in 8-point type and mock my peers who cannot achieve this feat of superhuman visual acuity.
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