Names

[livingdeb]

I knew I should have saved some of yesterday's content for today. Oh well.

Today the backs of my legs barely hurt, which was a wonderful relief.

I used my fabulous-feeling body to pay some bills. Go out for brunch. Do minor grocery shopping. Practice guitar. Read the Apartment Therapy website (especially the entries on the Fall Cure, which is where people go through the book I just got and share their experiences; they are on week two already). Cook a big supper and pack the leftovers as three lunches. Do laundry and dishes. Put away clothes. Change the sheets. Play sudoku. Read web journals.

I guess that's a lot after all. Just not overly exciting to write about.

Here's a question. Do you have names for any of your inanimate objects? Many people name their cars. R. also has names for some of his other prized possessions. I don't generally name things. All I can think of is Bowling Pig, which is a big pink stuffed pig I got as a gift at the wake I held for my first car. Bowling Pig's nose can easily be pushed into her face to make a storage compartment, into which fits perfectly a small purple elephant I have that is made of pompoms. Or, leaving this cavity empty, the pig could remind one of a bowling ball. And the inside-out nose does, in fact, functionally work to make it easier to roll her across the floor.

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Naming inanimate objects

[fraeuleinchen.livejournal.com]

My first and current cars were named after their previous owners. The first was a 1974 Chevelle Malibu; the day I found the car, its owner, Virginia, gave me and my dad one of her cards - she was a phone psychic, and went by Ginger - so that we could call her later in the day to arrange a time to come back and drive the car. My current car, a 2001 Honda Civic, is named Mary, after the retired school teacher who sold her to me; her granddaughter found the upholstery pattern reminiscent of flying open books, which seemed fitting with the owner's profession.

These names just fit so well that there was no question about the cars' appellations. The interim car, a 1995 Honda Civic, was named Sabine, but there's less of a straight story behind that moniker. Actually, Sabine was my favorite car of all; she got 42mpg on the highway, which is mostly where I drove her because I walked to work at the time.

My dad had an axe handle named Herman which he carried in the car under the seat. Sounds kind of scary, but it was a just-in-case weapon/tool. We lived on Long Island, New York, at the time.

Naming Stuff

[(Anonymous)]

My car's name is Haku, after the dragon in "Spirited Away." Other than that, nothing I own has a name unless it's a simulacrum of something living (like a stuffed animal).