I use a walker. Its name is Chuck.
Because Chuck Norris is Walker, Texas Ranger.
Get it? Get it? It's a terrible, terrible pun, because I am a bad person.
Why did I give my walker a name, you might wonder? Because saying "my walker" is generic and kind of depressing while saying "Chuck" is fun and individual. People name their cars, right? So why not name a walker. I don't name my canes, but some of the kids I babysit have attributed magic powers to them. My cane that's covered in stars and moons and comets gives me the power to arbitrarily set bedtimes earlier should children not use their listening skills. It's amazing.
In all seriousness, naming a thing makes it familiar and unthreatening. In many cultures with high infant mortality rates families don't name their children for the first couple of months so that it doesn't hurt as much if it dies. My distant cousins named a turkey they were raising for Thanksgiving but when November came around they had become attached to it as a pet and bought a frozen turkey for dinner. Giving my walker a name makes it more familiar and comfortable to me and, hopefully, others around me.
|My friend asked me to pose to show off the sweater I knitted, so I gave her the campiest pose I could along with some good ones. Naturally this is the only one to not be blurry. *sigh*|