After many years of (gently, lovingly) mocking my mother and her friends, then K, then Lucy for holding the menu at arm's length, I am just in the last few weeks finding myself squinting at labels--even holding them at arm's length. Bifocals, here I come.
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it was routinely misreading fractions in recipes (1/3, 1/4, 1/2, what's the diff?) that pushed me to keep reading glasses in pretty much every room.
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