Just Ponderin’... on small gestures that hit the high notes

Sat, 08/04/2018 - 3:45pm

About this blog:

  • Just Ponderin’ celebrated it’s seven year anniversary in August of 2019 and now (pinch us!) has thousands of followers from all around the world, including many professing a love of Maine. JoHn and I made a small island off of Boothbay Harbor our full-time home in 2017 and still can’t believe we get to live here. We now share our nearly 200 year-old home with a German ShepHerd harboring a royalty complex (HRH The Princess Bunny Blaze), and a new-to-us Second Hand Dog all the way from Oklahoma (Belle-ah). I’m thrilled to have Just Ponderin’ included in the Boothbay Register and Wiscasset Newspapers Just Ponderin’ is chock full of observations on - and celebrations of - the ordinary and extraordinary bits of everyday life.  If you want to get in touch, give me a shout at lisadingle@justponderin.com. And feel free to visit justponderin.com. I’d love that. Thanks for readin’. - Lisa 

I like to consider myself a fairly together person.

Well, not completely and totally together.

But, like.... mostly.

And being mostly together, it is a bit of a riot that certain, small gestures can just undo me deep down inside (like, every time).

One of those is when a gentleman brings me flowers for any reason.

Yes, seriously.

So, when we held a little get together at The Inn the other night, and a new friend showed up and handed me flowers he'd picked from his own garden?

Oh yeah.

I melted.

And I put my pretty flowers in a pretty vase and then smiled each time my eyes paused on them.

JoHn chuckled at me, long ago resigned to the fact that my heart melts at the whole idea of quiet, sweet-tempered offerings.

Well... then something else happened and I don't want you to get too excited but...

Two days after that, another gentleman brought me a gift.

He had also been at our place earlier in the week - drinks and nibbles in the Old Barn - and I'd given him a tour of the house. He is a majorly experienced and very talented restorer and renovator, and is old school when it comes to how to bring something back to life. It was a big, BIG compliment when I heard he had considered our resto-vation of The Inn and Old Barn to be 'the real deal'.

When I ran into him again a couple of evenings later, and he said he had a present for me, I was confused (but also a bit excited (because present!)).

And I'm telling you, this guy knows how to impress a girl.

Hang on.

Okay, here you go:

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Yes.

Nails.

Square-cut roseheads.

Rusty ones.

Pre-1928.

Purchased in the '60s from a company that was clearing out it's inventory.

Saved, 'just in case', since then.

And presented to me in a super clean and re-purposed tuna-or-cat-food-or-dog-food tin can... with a knowing smile.

Oh, yeah.

People who appreciate such things have a kind of radar for each other.

My smile nearly broke my face.

I gleefully took them home and put them into a glass jar for all to see. Sat 'em on my window sill. No deep dark cabinet for these gems.

When JoHn got home from his trip, I excitedly showed him.

And then, last night, this man was at the local watering hole when we got there. JoHn mentioned the nails to his wife and they both had a laugh. When her husband came over a little later, JoHn ribbed him too with a, "Seriously? Nails?! I've got my eye on you, pal."

So. To sum up:

New friends.

Fresh flowers.

Old nails.

This place just keeps getting better and better.

Thanks for readin’.

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