I think many of us like to name those inanimate objects that are a part of our lives. I name my cars, motorcycles, aeroplanes and sundry stuffed animals that accompany my travels. Why do we do that..? Simple. To name something is to own it, pets being the classic example. So, what to name the camper..?
This is not a task to be taken lightly, it requires considerable thought, and the long and somewhat boring drive through Missouri, punctuated only by curt remarks from Mistress Google to see if I was still awake, gave me the opportunity to consider all the aspects of our - the campers, not Mistress Google’s - relationship. How to accurately describe how much I depend on this wheeled cell..? What emotions does it inspire..? How much of an effect is it having on my life..? More than I’d care to admit.
So, come the OK line a decision was made. Blivit. BLIVIT..? Really..? What does that even mean..? Well, it’s a WW2 expression, put in more polite terms, that describes the emotional feeling associated with trying to pack ten pounds of (shall we say) wet sand into a five pound sack.
Pretty much says it all. Hello Blivit.