Some people have dogs with a nose for truffles. My cat Dugal has a nose for butter. Take a stick out of the frig, and his pleading cries for a piece commence! If I forget the butter on the counter, I’ll find him lapping it up like he’s been starving. He shows no interest of any level in other “human food.” If I ever suspected I’d been sold or served fake butter, I’m sure Dugal’s reaction to it would tell me the answer.
When we went for a stroll last night, we made a stop at the Mare Island gazebo. We started to climb its stairs and found candles. They lined the outside of each step on the gazebo staircase. Some were covered by hurricane glasses. All were unlit. My first thoughts: Left over from a party or wedding? Forgotten from a memorial service? Another island photo shoot? Spirit contacting? When we were partway up the staircase, we stopped because we saw in the gazebo’s center a table covered with bottles of alcohol. Suddenly a guy hurried out of a dark, parked car. He let us know the decorated, well-stocked gazebo was part of his proposal plan! He was waiting for word that his escorted girlfriend was arriving, so he could light the candles to make that romantic first impression. We wished him luck and left. We later passed by that area once more on our walk. The gazebo was dark and his car parked in front. Still waiting.