I’ve been in a bit of a funk lately. You see, my partner-in-crime here in the Bubble, June B. Stewart, has moved south. Yes, I’ve known it was coming but I refused to acknowledge it until the very end. I’ve finally stopped blubbering like a 12 year old. Even though technology will help, it’s hard to lose someone who I’ve seen almost every day of my life for nearly a decade.
He's moving south with her.
(For the NASCAR-impaired, Dale Earnhardt Jr’s nickname is June Bug and her other favorite driver is Tony Stewart.)
This blog was, in fact, partially inspired by June. Over the last eight years as we walked our dogs, June would entertain me with stories about the characters here in our neighborhood – from Witness Protection Frank to Bucky & Blinky, The COB (Crusty Old Bitch) to Not-Brian, there was rarely a dull moment in the Bubble. Emergency vehicles entering the condo complex? We’d leash up the dogs and go investigate. June would often joke that we could write a book, or at least a soap opera, about this place.
June and her dogs left the Bubble yesterday and should be rolling into their new hometown in about a half hour. She will immediately begin scouring her new neighborhood for the new cast of characters. We’ve discussed the possibility of introducing June’s Corner as a semi-regular feature here on Betty’s Bubble. All in favor?
You’re probably wondering about the “210 boxes.” While June sold and/or donated virtually every piece of furniture from her condo here, she still hired movers for the rest of her belongings. I watched as she disassembled her home over the last several weeks. The amount of “stuff” that came out of every nook and cranny was astonishing. There was a period of about three full weeks where even though boxes were being filled and taped, the amount of stuff occupying every square inch of floor, counter and table top space never decreased.
We organized a going away party for June that was held ten days ago at her place (we were going to have it elsewhere, but she volunteered the venue.) When I entered her place two days before the party to do a site inspection and pre-event planning, I panicked thinking that there was no possible way we’d accommodate 30+ people in there. I asked her if she regretted making the venue offer or if the upcoming party was providing motivation. The answer was a little of both.
In the end, June pulled it together for the party and, eventually, the moving van – 210 boxes worth. That’s 210 boxes of stuff from a two bedroom, two and a half bath (approximately 1500 square foot) condo. That’s approximately 35 boxes of stuff from each room. How is that possible? I didn’t think these places had enough storage to accommodate that much stuff.
I’ll be visiting her new home in November. I’m guessing she’ll still be unpacking then. In the meantime, I wish my dear friend the best of luck…and now I’ve got to go grab the box of tissues again. It’s going to be three days before I can get my contact lenses back in my eyes.