Having taken the rabbits three to the vet earlier this week I thought it only fair play to take myself and son to see our optometrist in San Jose. Last year I was told that I had the beginnings of glaucoma, something I didn't want to hear so I came to my appointment with a bagful of trepidation. Dexter went first, leaving me to stew in my own fears and magazines. After the routine check I got dilated and in this condition was forced to choose some new glasses. Our usual Dr. had taken in an associate or so, and so this was who was examining me today.
Can you read this sign without your glasses?
She peered into my giant pupils with her horrid bright light and a magnifying glass. First the left eye. I enjoy hearing the sharp intake of breath, this means I have caught them not really reading my file. "You have a large scar on your retina." She stepped back in astonishment. And then I tell the story of how in 6th grade I got hit in the face with a kick ball and my retina got damaged. The eye Dr. was one of the researchers at Stanford so he used one of the first lasers to seal up the flap in my retina. It was a ruby laser powered by a vacuum cleaner, the usual patients were monkeys....but it seemed to work just fine on 11 year old girls too. Anyway it was decided that in fact I do not show anything that could be thought of as a sign of glaucoma. I am OK :~) !!!!!! no worries there. Can't hardly wait for my new glasses.
Now cover your left eye and tell me if you can read the fourth line down.
So that is all good. As we were in San Jose it seemed like an interesting thing to check out Moreland Park where the rabbit dumping has been taking place. Having heard stories of armed guards Dexter and I were quite excited by the prospect of getting a picture of one these persons. Alas we found the park bereft guards on any sort.
Moreland Park looks peaceful if you don't know about the dark underbelly of bureaucracy that keeps bunnies prisoners.
It was locked up quite tight and signage posted. We saw no rabbits, which is not surprising as it was almost one o'clock which is nap time where ever a rabbit lives. There is a scummy looking pond where, presumably the rabbits are drinking. There are lots of trees and bushes and hiding places. As far as the rescue goes my understanding is that we are waiting for the OK for the school board......
It is nice to come home to this, look at those whiskers!