Nom De Home

 At our house, we delight in the naming of things. 

Our house is named Rancho DeLuxe, after the Jimmy Buffett-infused motion picture from 1975. Our car goes by the name of The Carship Enterprius, and comes complete with NCC-1701 markings and phaser burns. Our dog, god rest her soul, came to us as "Missy," but we quickly altered that to Maddie, or Madeline Albright, or Madagascar, or simply Mad Dog. 

Inside, we have a Google assistant that helps us keep things turned on or off as the situation over the course of the day decrees. We do have one solidly utilitarian name: Kitchen Light that allows us to see when we ask Google to light up that room. During Christmas, when we wanted the outside lights to show off our enthusiastic decorating job, we asked to "turn on the Twinkles." A lamp in the back room has been dubbed Pilot Light, and the one in the corner of the living room is Luxor. To watch TV, was ask our robot overlord to turn on Asimo, named for the humanoid droid Honda decommissioned after nearly twenty years of service. 

When we fostered the neighborhood feral cat who had undergone the extraction of all his teeth, we never imagined we would be referring to "Fluffy" as "our cat" years later. Which has not precluded us from taking all manner of liberties with his moniker as we have become more and more familiar with his moods. Doctor Fluffenstein and H.R. Fluffenstuff are just a couple of the ways we have made his existence fall more in line with our need for our own nomenclature. 

Which is why the purchase of an electric car was almost a secondary experience for our household. Yes, we finally found a deal for escaping the trips to the gas pump, and realizing a dream of creeping ever closer to energy independent. But we were also presented with the opportunity to christen this new entity that appeared in our lives. One of the prime joys that came from this acquisition was that it is a Fiat, from my wife's favorite corner of Europe, Italy. After some hours of making suggestions after the paperwork had been done and the car was parked in our very own driveway, we landed on Lucia. Our Fiat Lucia. If you're interested in her in the entire somewhat lengthy version, you'll have to ask my wife. 

Because giving an object more than just one name would be silly.