Thursday, December 24, 2015

Christmas Letter 2015

Admiraal Family
Professor Admiraal
English 101
25 December 2015

Christmas Letter

December is time for lights, evergreens, candy canes, and stockings. For the majority of the Baltimore Admiraals, it is also time for term papers.  An important skill in writing a research paper is being able to integrate quotes smoothly. In case anyone on the Admiraal card list would like examples of this, the members of our family have contributed quotes, and the resident English teacher has skillfully integrated them into the essay below.
To lead off, Lucas Admiraal, who will be 16 before we know it, melds his love of literature and his burgeoning eccentricity with words from the King James Version of the Bible. James explains that one reason we lack is “because Ye ask not. Ye ask, and receive not, because Ye ask amiss” (2080) in order to satisfy our own greed. James, here, seems to be discussing prayer, rather than visits to Santa.
Reading the KJV and waiting in line for Santa can both be difficult. Thus, Johanna’s quote shows the value of challenging oneself. The 17-year-old senior borrowed the words of Anne Lamott to describe the value of doing “uncomfortable things. It’s weight training for life.”
Literal weight training isn’t a big part of Drew’s 19-year-old life, although he does exercise a lot. He embodies the true spirit of this Christmas letter exercise by texting, “I’m not sure what to use. Can you just write it for me?” (Admiraal). Perhaps his own term papers and finals at the end of his first semester at the University of Maryland, College Park, have rendered him too distracted to come up with a quote of his own. Though he kind of did, didn’t he?
Coming up with a quote shouldn’t pose any problem for the Admiraal mom, who reads desperately and who is surrounded by eminently quotable college students. To encourage acceptance of this unusual letter, perhaps a quote from the parenting manual, Different Children, Different Needs, is in order. Author Charles Boyd reminds his readers that, in a family, “Different is not wrong . . . just different” (187). 
Finally, leave it to the head of the household to find the perfect words to conclude this ridiculous Christmas letter with some genuine holiday truth. This is what we’re holding on to — this year and always:
The Word became flesh and made his dwelling among us. We have seen his 
glory, the glory of the one and only Son, who came from the Father, full of 
grace and truth. John 1:14 

Works Cited
Admiraal, Andrew J. Message to the author. 2 Dec. 2015. Text.

Boyd, Charles F. Different Children, Different Needs. Sisters, Or.: Multnomah, 1994. Print.

Holman Kings James Version Study Bible. Nashville, Tenn.: Holman Bible, 2012. Print.

John. “John 1:14.” Holy Bible, New International Version. Bible Gateway. Bible Gateway. 3

Dec. 2015. Web. 3 Dec. 2015.


Lamott, Anne. “Plan B Quotes.” Goodreads. Goodreads, Inc. 2015. Web. 3 Dec. 2015.



Thursday, August 27, 2015

Food that May Be More Trouble Than it Is Worth


 
One of the few things that has grown in my garden this year.
Watermelon: It’s sweet, hydrating, delightfully crunchy, and packed with vitamin C and lycopene. In fact, I just googled “watermelon” and found that, according to one at least marginally reliable website (they self-proclaim “We Are #1 in the World,” which should count for something), watermelon is one of the world’s healthiest foods. So what’s not to love?
Since you asked . . . how about the hour it takes to open and cut up a watermelon so it’s edible? Now that the fruit comes in seedless varieties, I can’t complain about pits (Eric recently asked me if we couldn’t plant seedless watermelon next year, which is definitely a good question. Also an oxymoron,  for those AP English 12 students working on such things. Or possibly a paradox — we’re a little shaky on the difference between those two over here). But by the time I wrangle that melon into submission, I and the countertop are covered in sticky juice. And woe if it drips on the floor. Those elusive drops of sugar water will evade rag and mop until they’ve collected all the dust in the room. You can feel your foot sticking as you step on them, but you can’t find them with the rag. And if you opt to cut the watermelon into wedges and serve it to teenagers, they will throw the rinds into your bushes, having apparently been schooled in the fact that watermelon rinds are biodegradable. The rinds, however, do not biodegrade before they attract ants. I admit that this littering issue is the fault of the teenagers, not the watermelon, but it is still a pain.
The other annoying thing about watermelon is that there is so much of it. Yesterday I cut up a small watermelon, having first pulled a good-sized glass bowl out of the cupboard to hold the pieces. As I was cutting, I experienced something akin to the miracle of the loaves and fishes, whereby before the watermelon was half-cut, the bowl was overflowing. I gave up and stuck the other half in the fridge, where it is taking up as much space as a milk gallon and dripping sticky juice all over the eggs.
Watermelon may be one of my biggest food annoyances, but there are other foods that seem inordinately challenging to prepare — mangos, pineapple, avocados (unless you are doing guacamole, which requires that you mush the avocado; it ends up mush anyway), even grapefruit. And there are other foods that come in amounts well beyond their usefulness to me. An example is cabbage, although that at least keeps fresh for quite a while. I have been trying to cook my way through a head of cabbage for the past two weeks, and I will admit that we have had several delicious meals out of it, including two Moosewood Cookbook Old County Pies and a tofu and cabbage stir-fry. My family is also a little sick of Indonesian cabbage salad, though I could eat it every day. I still have about a third of the head left. The stuff just expands.
Fresh herbs are like that as well. I cringe when I read a recipe that calls for fresh mint, dill, or especially parsley, because I know that more than half of the bunch will rot in my fridge before I can use it. I do have basil and oregano growing out back, and I tried to grow parsley. For some reason, that last herb went to seed after the first harvest, and I was too dispirited by the fact that the bunnies had eaten the tomatoes and the cabbage moths had eaten the broccoli to try to replant the parsley. Scallions are also a pain. Why does the grocery store not sell scallions by the stem? Recipes usually call for two or four chopped scallions, and I am left with the other half of the bunch turning to slime in the cheese drawer.
I can hear many people’s thoughts as they read this blog, because I am thinking them too. First, why do I not plan my meals better, cooking several recipes that use mint in one week, thereby avoiding waste and annoyance? The answer is that I don’t know. That’s probably a really good idea. I did do it this week with scallions, so I am making progress, maybe. The second obvious question is, if I don’t like difficult fruit and rotting herbs, why do I not use convenience foods — precut fruit and dried herbs? The answer to that one is easier, though pretty silly, when I think about it. I do use some dried herbs, but dried parsley flakes, garlic salt, and onion powder always feel like a cop-out to me, as does pre-cut fruit. Buying them makes me feel like I might be out of the running for supermom of the decade. I can hear the person behind me in line at the grocery store thinking, “I see that prepared pineapple, and I bet you are hiding Lunchables in there, too.” On reflection, that is actually probably my own thoughts I’m hearing. To be clear, my freezer holds mango and pineapple chunks (cut and packaged by some factory that serves Giant grocery stores, not by me), and my spice cupboard has not one, but two jars of parsley flakes, so I’m judgmental and inconsistent. And in the interest of full disclosure, I also buy Cheeze-Its, though I only eat them on long car trips when I’m bored.
Of course, your biggest question, and mine too, should be: Why am I so ungrateful? God made this incredible variety of delicious and healthful food, and put me in a place where I have access to it and money to buy it, and here I am griping about a sticky counter. What in the world is wrong with me? Good question. See Genesis Chapter 3. 

Because I am a basically optimistic person, I hate to end this blog on a down note, so I will conclude with a list of my current favorite ingredients: chick peas, quinoa, kale, sweet potatoes, avocados (you can see I’m a little conflicted about the avocado), and garlic. In fact, I love garlic in recipes so much that I never even complain about having to peel and chop it. It’s even worth having garlicky fingers for the rest of the day. It’s that good.

Wednesday, July 15, 2015

Does the Shoe Fit?

I have a pair of brown sandals and a pair of black sandals for summer, a pair of black boots and a pair of brown boots for winter, and running shoes in various ages and stages (which is probably another post). I think the last time I bought a shoes to match a particular outfit was for my wedding. And buying fun shoes that would require shopping for an outfit to go around them . . . that seems like the height of irresponsible decadence. When it comes to my relationship with shoes, the best word to describe me is “practical.” 
So when I decided that I needed a pair of walking sandals, my main goal was to find something I could wear with just about anything. Step one was to text a friend who I know hikes in sandals. She told me that she loves her Chacos. Her text read: “We went creek walking and hiking on the Fourth of July, and I could do all of that without changing my shoes. Plus, I’ve worn them to church before, too.” Sounded perfect. REI sells Chaco, so I headed there. The salesman was one of those very fit older guys. His face was brown and lined like he’d been outdoors a lot, and he had a bandana covering his bald head. Clearly, he would know about walking sandals. I asked him to bring me a pair of Chacos and a few other options he thought might be good.
I first tried on a pair of Keens, which made my feet feel fantastic, kind of relaxed and energetic at the same time. Unfortunately, they also made my feet look like they belonged to a giant smurf. 




           Probably one reason that I am not a shoe person is that I have big feet. After size seven, many shoes stop being cute. These Keens were definitely in that category. I then tried the Chacos, which were black and strappy, and actually looked pretty good. I didn’t love the way they fit, though — too high an arch. Maybe I could get used to the feel for the sake of fashion . . . . While I was dithering, the salesman suggested that I try Eccos, saying that both he and his wife had a pair. I tried them, and they were less ugly that the Keens and more comfortable than the Chacos. By this point, I was embarrassed about being a difficult customer, so I bought the Eccos, even though they were about $50 more expensive than the other brands.


This are actually Clarks, not Eccos. They look exactly the same, though, which
is the important thing here, since the photo's purpose is illustrative.

I will digress here and say that for my willingness to spend $130 on a pair of shoes, I have my father to thank. Though not a spendthrift by any means, my dad has always put great stock in buying good shoes. A man’s feet are his . . . I don’t know what, but something even more important than a castle. So I turned over the credit card and took possession of my new, super-outdoorsy sandals.
I was content, but not thrilled, with my purchase. I became even father from thrilled when I showed the Eccos to the family shoe person. To digress, again, let me say that if I didn’t know which member of our family was the shoe person, Drew would be my last guess. Nevertheless, he definitely has the family’s strongest shoe game, consisting largely in a rainbow of Pumas, as well as a pair of running shoes so incredibly cool that he can't wear them anywhere for fear of marring them.

The Under Armour Poison Frog. Would you want to get this dirty?


         So I asked Drew if the thought that the Eccos looked too much like old lady shoes. (This is a wardrobe fear of mine -- accompanied by a fear of trying to look too much like a teenager. Middle-aged fashion is full of land mines.) His response: “Well Mom, if you want comfortable walking shoes, you really can’t avoid old lady shoes.” Translation: “Your feet look 100. At least”
There was a challenge in his statement that I couldn’t resist. I decided that I would find a pair of stylish, comfortable sandals just to show Mr. Shoe Mafia that it was possible. The Old Person Eccos were going back. Fortunately, REI has the world’s best return policy — you can use an item for a year, as much as you want, and they will take it back in whatever condition you bring it. As I had only worn the Eccos around the block a few times, I didn’t feel too bad. In fact, the nice lady at the customer service desk seemed like she didn’t believe I had worn them outside at all. I almost felt guilty that I hadn’t scuffed them more.
After that began my online hunt. I read articles, searched outdoorsy websites, and browsed Zappos and Amazon. Finally, I found it: The holy grail of footwear, cute, comfortable, and appropriate for almost any occasion. Drew might scoff, but I am happy with my Keen Rose Athletic Sandals. 

Okay yes, they would look even cuter in a smaller size,
but we have to work with what we have.

  Besides searching for footwear, my other summer pastime (a favorite of mothers across the country) has been driving kids. This afternoon, I found myself at an outdoor mall with an hour to wait for a late-arriving child, and I decided that it would be fun to take some pictures for this blog. I headed over to DSW, snapped some photos, and still had a while, so I browsed the clearance section. Maybe I am not so practical after all.

. . . and now I have to go shopping for an outfit to go with these beauties. 

Saturday, June 27, 2015

Surveillance

For most people, one of the first purchases in preparation for a new baby is a baby monitor. When our first child was born, the most common baby monitors were sound-only. The transmitter went in the baby’s room, and the parent could carry around the portable receiver. That way, when the baby was napping, the parent could relax, knowing that the monitor would alert her when the child awoke crying. Now, video monitors are also available, so parents can check in visually, as well as with audio. 
As our kids grow, the opportunities for remote monitoring continue. Net Nanny and other parental control software allow us to deny our children access to certain kids of websites, keep track of their computer use, and even see transcripts of Facebook, MySpace, and instant messaging chats. One such program will shut down the computer and send an email to the parent if a child tries to access a forbidden site. We can decide which channels are available on our television sets, check when our kids make cell phone calls and to whom, and track their grades online. I read an article recently about a new system called Teen Driver, which will debut in the 2016 Chevy Malibu. With Teen Driver, parents can set maximum speeds for the car, mute the radio if front-seat passengers aren’t wearing seat belts, and look at data about where their teen has driven, the maximum speed he went, and how many times he braked suddenly.
There is certainly some benefit to the use of technology to stay connected to our children and to be aware of their activities. Furthermore, I am not immune to the temptation to do a little spying when the opportunity presents itself. We had a baby monitor for all three children. I have snooped on Facebook messages and text conversations and checked internet browsing history. Our home internet has controls that block certain kinds of websites, as do our cell phones. Some of this is smart and makes sense, I think. But in our over reliance on surveillance technology, we may be overlooking two risks.
First, as most parents are well aware, our kids are way more savvy than we are when it comes to technology. Almost any control we can put in place, they can figure out a way around. The parents of one of my children’s friends monitor all her text messages, so she communicates via Snapchat. When they took away her cell phone entirely, she talked to friends on the computer via Skype. And when the computer was removed, she played Trivia Crack on her Kindle and used the messages to stay in touch. No matter how clever you think you are, I guarantee your kids are a step ahead. Teen Driver’s creators boast that even tech-savvy kids can’t figure out ways around it because it is accessed through a parent-controlled PIN. I am skeptical of their confidence. The usefulness of electronic monitoring is therefore limited at best, and we parents had better understand this if we are trusting our digital snooping to control our children.
Which brings me to the second, more important, point. Lucas, who is 15 and sometimes likes to have meaningful conversations, asked me the other day what the job of a parent is. I told him that parents are supposed to train their children so that some day, the children can make wise, responsible, and God-honoring decisions on their own. In the process, parents make a lot of rules, which are designed, in part, to control the behavior of their children, to help accustom them to doing the right thing. Ultimately, however, the goal is for the child to internalize the principles behind the rules, so that he will continue to do the right thing on his own, without external governance. As a Christian parent, I want my child’s relationship with God to show him the right thing to do, and his desire to please God to give him the will to do what is right. If my 17-year-old is driving the speed limit because she knows I’ll dock her allowance if the Teen Driver device lets me know she exceeded it, she is several steps from responsible adulthood. First, she should drive the speed limit because it is the law, and the Bible says to obey those in authority. Second, she should drive the speed limit because it is safer for herself and others, and the Bible says she should love her neighbor and be a good steward of that which God has given her (the car, her life). If all that fails and she has to be governed by fear for consequences, at least let it be the real-life consequence of a speeding ticket, not the artificial consequence of parental sanction.
Similarly, I want my child’s texting to be clean, kind, and uplifting, not because he’s afraid I’ll see something I don't like and take the phone away, but because he wants to relate to others in a clean, kind, and uplifting way. If we depend on surveillance to control behavior without addressing the heart of our children, we are ignoring the truth that “out of the abundance of the heart, the mouth speaks” (Luke 6:45). The root controls the fruit.
We can see the consequences of over-surveillance in society in the proliferation of laws and lawsuits. Obviously, we need some laws, even in a society where everyone is trying to do the right thing. Its helpful to know that we should stop on red and go on green, so we can avoid running into one another on the roads. But do we really need a law to tell us that we can’t put a confederate flag on our license plate if it causes pain to others? And, on the other hand, can people not try to understand that the same flag might mean something other than racial hatred to some, and extend the benefit of the doubt? I am not talking about compromising moral principles to avoid offending others, which is an entirely different subject. What I am talking about is that people should be able able to behave in a respectful way without being forced to by litigation. If my tree is dropping walnuts on my neighbor’s lawn and ruining the grass, we should be able, in mutual understanding, to solve the problem without small claims court. I hope the reason that my office partner doesn’t steal my laptop is because she believes in my property rights, not because she’s afraid she’ll be caught. 

When my children were small, they preferred to swim in our neighborhood pool rather than in the big pool at the Y, because the Y pool had more rules. I explained to them that the Y had to have all those rules because more people used it, and they might not all do the right thing on their own. America is a big country, and a diverse one, and we are certainly always tempted away from doing what’s right. I am not advocating antinomianism — or even libertarianism. I do think, however, that the more we can teach our children the reasons behind the rules, the better they will be able to function as citizens of a free society. The more we can get the right nourishment to the root, the better the fruit. The more we can govern ourselves, the less we will have to be governed.