I am resting in a small room while my car is being washed outside the window of that room. Through the window I can see my RAV-4, by which Jean and I have just returned home from Dajia, a town near the sea.
"Look! The windshield is dirty with birds' droppings," said Jean on our way home, "and our Little Bee is coming home soon. Won't you have the car washed before he is back?" I fully understood what she meant, so I am now at the car wash.
I would have washed my car myself (or just left it unwashed) if my wife didn't mention the "potential danger" that birds' droppings might cause to a very little boy. "Our Little Bee should be well protected," Jean stressed the adverb "well" when she and I talked about the bad situation that the H7N9 avian influenza (bird flu) had been spreading in several places in Mainland China in the past weeks. Obviously, Jean wanted me to clean my car thoroughly, and to make sure that our dwelling place is free from anything like birds' droppings! -- Was she worried too much about the spread of H7N9? Am I not worried about that kind of thing at all?
Anyway, instead of washing my car in the front yard by myself, I am now having it washed in a well-equipped car-washing workshop. But this "car-washing center" has been quite busy today. I see a middle-aged woman and two young men working hard to clean my RAV-4 and several other automobiles. I am doing nothing but a sort of "free association": Oh, Goodness, just as a polluted automobile should be cleaned, our mind and our heart should be renewed (or purified) every now and then . . . .
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