Wednesday, September 30, 2009

Full Disclosure

Did I mention that I hadn’t consulted my family about “our” project?

Ladies and gentlemen, let me introduce the players in the “Let’s Get Green!” game:

Peter Adolf. Heralds from Switzerland. Came to Spartanburg for business. Thought he’d be here for two years, max. Twelve years, one wife, one new biz, and three kids later...he’s still here. Thank god.

Julie Thompson-Adolf. Haus frau extraordinaire. Former PR/writer girl gone granola. Would rather dig in the dirt than get a manicure. Grower of heirloom vegetables and flowers, seller of heirloom plants. Owner of Garden Delights. Child-wrangler.

Tyler. Eldest son, 18. Not sure yet how Ty will fit into our project, as he’s currently away at the country club--I mean, Furman University. Seriously, though--what college student’s dorm room offers a lake view? Bradley University certainly didn’t offer lake views. Furman is a model for sustainability, though, so perhaps we’ll find a way for Ty’s experience to join the family experiment.

Kristen, aka Kiki. Age 8. The girl is animal-crazy. Seriously. I went into labor with her at a pet store, she was that eager to get her hands on some cats. We’re convinced that she is an animal-whisperer. Creatures flock to her. She may be my biggest environmental champion during the project. A true nature lover and sweetheart. I want to freeze her at this age.

Michael, aka Mikey. Age 4. Ah, Mikey, our last child. Mikey was a preemie, the doctors gave him steroids to help develop his lungs...and those steroids explain much about Michael. He’s hilarious, wild, loud...and wants nothing more than to do everything Kristen does. You can imagine how well that goes over with Kiki.

So, as we finally sat down to dinner last night after work, school, violin lessons, and soccer practice, I thought it might be wise to share my plan to make our family more environmentally committed. Mustering my best PR enthusiasm, I gave them an overview.


Kiki was the first to react.

“Does this mean we have to eat more vegetables?” Dramatic groan.

Full disclosure: our children hate vegetables. They hate them so much that they should have scurvy. I can sneak some fruits into their mouths, but anything green? You’d think DSS should arrest me for child abuse with they way they cry and fuss. Now, I also hated vegetables when I was a kid/teen/youngish adult...and I still struggle to make them a priority on my plate. My mom cooked meat and potatoes, with an occasional side of frozen nasty veggies. Iceberg lettuce was my green of dressing.

Ironic, isn’t it, considering my heirloom VEGETABLE business?

But that’s another day’s blog...the battle of the veggies. I’ll try to stay on topic...

Mikey, being Mikey...reacted to Kristen’s reaction...”Ewwww! Disgusting poopy!” Ah, the vocabulary of a 4-year-old...

Peter just kept eating.

Hmmm. I thought he’d be my champion, rallying the troops to fight global warming, diminish our family’s carbon footprint, save the polar bears.


Here’s the thing: Peter is Swiss. He’s not a trendy do-gooder. The Swiss always think carefully about their impact on the environment. On my first trip to visit my future in-laws, I carried on in my normal, throw-it-in-the-trash-if-it-isn’t-a-newspaper-can-glass bottle tradition. My future father-in-law fished out my recyclable trash...and recycled it.


It’s not that every Swiss is a perfect carbonless footprint, completely altruistic to the needs of the earth. It’s also a financial motivation. My in-laws must discard their trash in official state-produced bags, available in three sizes, with the medium bag costing approximately $1.50. They pay for the trash they create. So basically, when I blithely threw away some cardboard, my father-in-law fished it out to save some francs. Cardboard is bulky in those pricey trash bags, but it’s easily recycled for free down the street.

The Swiss also think more about packaging. Because of the fees associated with trash, consumers can actually leave their trash behind at the store. The store then incurs the expense of the trash pick-up, which in turn causes retailers to pressure producers to minimize packaging.

“So, hon, what do you think?”

Peter looks at my can of Diet Coke, sitting on the dinner table.

“Are you going to start with these?”

He has thrown down the proverbial gauntlet. He knows I love my Diet Coke. Ice cold, no ice.

In cans.

Crap. It’s been a long standing point of contention between us, my overwhelming love of Diet Coke. In cans.

“Yes. I’m going to start with the cans.”

He’s shocked. But he’s on board. I think.

So October 1, the cans go. The project begins. Let’s see what happens...


  1. So, I can't wait to hear...Are you switching to 2 liter bottles?!!! No, seriously I love your blog. Keep writing! Laura

  2. Okay, in Peter's favor, Brian and I spent a week in Switzerland in April and I have to say it is the cleanest country I've ever had the pleasure of visiting. I couldn't get over the smell of the air...amazing!!

  3. Laura, you know me so well! :-)

    Kaia, did Brian have a biz trip to Switzerland? Which part of the country did you visit? It's amazing, isn't it? BTW...your grandbaby is so beautiful!