Resizing fonts & getting old

Laura had a science essay to finish on the digestive system (I’ll spare you the actual essay itself—not that it was a bad essay, but essentially the process isn’t one I want to write about myself…). She came in about 8:00 last night with about a third of a page and said, “Mama, come show me how to make the computer show me the page the way it’ll look when I print it out so I can see how big to make the words.” Oops. How she already learned this classic avoiding a full page student trick I have no idea. I was in a slug-like state from grading SAT essays a large chunk of the day, so Chris rescued us all and helped Laura actually explain things a little more fully so that she met her page requirement (and I got to watch the leadup to the series finale of Everybody Loves Raymond with Will, who could not understand why we were departing from our normal Star Trek bedtime routine). Chris is a martyr.

All I could do to repay that noble sacrifice this morning was to take out a tiny splinter from his thumb, one that apparently we are now both getting too old to see. Maybe if I just keep pretending that not being able to see is because I haven’t gotten my new glasses prescription filled, it’ll somehow come true. Guess that’s why I haven’t tested the theory yet (although it’s more because I can’t find frames I like—cat eyes are in again!). More squinting at the computer today. In fact, maybe I should start requiring all my students to turn in their papers in 16 point font from now on!