It is here where the tale of my Chowny CHB-1 sapphire burst semi-hollowbody opened in time from purchase to manufacture to my Very Own Space. Up until that blessed arrival there is only my Stingray. The naming thing never really felt important, what with just one bass. It was always My Bass, or sometimes, My Ray. But yeah, My Bass became its name.
With the new arrival, My Bass started to become My Old Bass until My New Bass felt a bit wrong. Couldn't properly be considered New any more. This is how a search for a name came about. When I recalled the shipping materials included a date of manufacture, the name was clear:
Solstice Eve.
Who dun you think forgot Solstice Eve's birthday? [bag of shame

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It is Solstice Eve who reminds me <ahem> as I realize I need to adjust the truss rod. Needs a bit of relief. It's my bedtime but ...
Truss rod cover comes off, guess which wrench will work and nail that on first try.
Creak! Hasn't been moved since it was set up to ship. About an eighth of a turn, and I turn in.
Up today, coffee in hand. Solstice Eve has had all night to settle. Coffee barely brewed, another
Creak! and I can feel that's right. Feels better.
Resume coffee.
Have a day!