Nothing Gold Can Stay

Yesterday I decided to give my Jeep a spa day.

Of course in hindsight the words “spa day” and “Jeep” should probably not be used together so let me rephrase that to say that I decided to wash off all of the dirt and grime that had accumulated through my rugged trail rated daily commute and other Jeep owner antics.

My Jeep had needed to be washed for a few weeks but time and weather seemed to continually conspire against me while the dirt and pollen continued to accumulate on the metallic black finish.

Each day I would walk out to the car and say to myself how badly I needed to wash it but the sun would continue to set without any change in the outward appearance of the car.

With time on my side and a favorable rain free weather forecast I decided that yesterday would be the day that I finally put soap and water on the problem to reclaim the shine and cast out the grime.

As it was around 60 degrees yesterday I decided to forego the hand washing of the Jeep and run it through an automated car wash instead during my lunch break.

While nothing can really replace the hand wash detail this particular car wash did a good job and made my Jeep nice and shiny again.

The shine lasted until my commute home when my Jeep became the target of a flock of migrating birds who decided that it looked too clean and needed some bird customization.

It is a very helpless feeling being stuck at a light and hearing the impacts of bird bombs hitting various parts of the car.

A few hours after being washed my windshie4ld turned into a blank canvas for some migrating birds proving that nothing stays clean forever. Photo R. Anderson

A few hours after being washed, my windshield turned into a blank canvas for some migrating birds proving that nothing stays clean forever.
Photo R. Anderson

Had I been able to escape the bird assault by driving onto the sidewalk there is a very real possibility that I would have attempted that.

To add insult to injury there were two direct hits on my windshield directly in my line of sight.

It was like the birds wanted me to see their handiwork up close and personal while I was captive in traffic and helpless to do anything about it.

I know that my car was not going to stay clean forever but I had hoped to at least have a day or two to enjoy the spoils of the $8 Touch Free Super Wash with rainbow colored foam.

As I was sitting there watching my car get dirty once more I was reminded of a Robert Frost poem that I had to memorize in senior English class in high school.

I would love to sit here and say that I still remembered the poem over 20 years later but I could only remember a line here and there. Sorry Mrs. Phillips.

But thanks to the wonderful world of the internet the full poem can be listed below for all to enjoy.

Nothing Gold Can Stay
By Robert Frost
Nature’s first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf,
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day
Nothing gold can stay.

While the “gold” may be temporary that is not to say that it is not still worth pursuing.

I am not referring to the actual gold that is chronicled on about every show on the Discovery Channel.

Hours before the bird bombardment my Jeep enjoyed its time under the rainbow colored suds. Photo R. Anderson

Hours before the bird bombardment my Jeep enjoyed its time under the rainbow colored suds.
Photo R. Anderson

 

Every one of us has are own gold that we enjoy.

For some it is the simple joys of watching a sunset over the water.

For others their gold is a perfectly manicured lawn where every blade of grass is the same height and nary a weed can be seen.

There are even others for whom their gold is spending hours every Saturday detailing their cars with a toothbrush until they can see their own reflection in it.

Whatever one’s gold is it is important to cherish it while it is there and know that it is a temporary thing.

Of course the comfort of family and friends can be golden and can also be a good sounding board when perhaps one’s Jeep is dive bombed by a flock of seagulls and one feels the need to vent about it.

Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to go wash my car again.

Copyright 2014 R. Anderson

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