Taking
Stock
By Susan Law Corpany
This has been a very
eventful week on the Big Island of Hawaii. We
were under watch for Hurricane Flossie, who at
her strongest was a category four. (I guess they’ve
run out of people names and are naming them after
cows now. We’ll start gearing up now for
Hurricane Gertie.)
While waiting for
Flossie, we had a small earthquake, shaking us
up a bit. Then, after the hurricane had skirted
south and west of us, we were under a tsunami
watch for a few hours as a result of an earthquake
in Peru.
This triple-header
has caused me to take stock of my 72-hour emergency
kit. For the benefit of the organizationally-challenged
procrastinators like myself out there, I am going
to inventory what I might have been surviving
on this week had any of these events caused an
evacuation.
Until I took inventory
of my individual kit, I felt morally superior
to the hordes of people snatching flashlights
off the shelves at Wal-Mart and grabbing the last
cases of bottled water from Safeway. I was prepared,
or at least I had the illusion that I was prepared.
Here is what I found when opening my 72-hour backpack.
One box of
TownHouse crackers, original light buttery flavor.
I ate half of one cracker. It was stale, limp
and had a somewhat rancid taste. I tossed the
rest.
One jar of
Safeway chunky peanut butter. The peanut
butter tasted okay. Of course, it was to go with
the aforementioned crackers, but it wouldn’t
be the first time I have eaten peanut butter straight
from the jar. I will rotate this into the pantry
and replace it.
Motts Serving
Size Applesauce. These were marked 10/05,
as were most of the items in my kit. I am so proud
of myself for marking things, but I didn’t
really think it had been two years. The applesauce
didn’t smell bad, and nothing appeared to
be growing on it, so I took one small bite. I
think I might have been able to eat this to stay
alive, but to be on the safe side, I am disposing
of the applesauce. Having lived through the aforementioned
almost-events, I do not want to die from eating
tainted emergency supplies.
Inflatable
Airplane Pillow. Still holds air. This
might be the only thing in my kit that is still
useful.
Flip Top
Can of Dole Mandarin Oranges. The oranges
tasted fine. They will go well with the peanut
butter.
Six Bottles
of Mountain Spring Water. The water tasted
like, well, water. If I get sick, I’ll mention
it next column.
Six Nutri-Grain
Cereal Bars. Three raspberry. Three apple
cinnamon. Judging by the outward appearance, straight
to the garbage can with these, all marked 10/05.
Ditto on the four Nature Valley Trail
Mix Bars. There goes breakfast.
Two boxes
of Yogurt Raisins. The way the boxes
looked, no way was I eating what was inside. In
fact, I didn’t even look inside.
One Can French’s
Original French Fried Onions. The can
was marked with a March of 2006 expiration date.
These were actually still edible. I ate two. Perhaps
they had lost some of their original crisp, but
I could eat these in a pinch.
Two cans of Carnation evaporated milk.
The milk had a somewhat darker than usual appearance.
The taste wasn’t too bad. It was somewhat
thicker and settled on the bottom of the can,
but it would be drinkable in an emergency. However,
I tossed it just to be on the safe side. Also,
my electric can opener came in handy. I think
that somewhere in our family supplies I have utensils
and can openers, but not apparently in the individual
packs.
I am going to use
my lack of a can opener as an excuse not to evaluate
the three cans of soup, also marked 10/05.
One Can of
Spam with Cheese. Spam is a favorite
here in Hawaii, so I added some to our emergency
supplies. The label said 10/05, but the can had
an expiration of May 2008. However, I found the
gelatinous appearance suspect. It could be growing.
On the other hand, it could just be Spam.
First Aid
Supplies. What I had would be sufficient
for minor injuries. I have twelve Band-aids in
assorted sizes and three SpongeBob Squarepants
First-Aid Pocket Pal kits, left over from a Primary
project. They each contain a wipe, antibiotic
ointment and a Band-Aid. (I’ll be fine as
long as I don’t have any big owies.)
Toiletries.
I had two small tubes of toothpaste. No toothbrush
was included. I had sufficient female products.
I have a container of Purell Hand Sanitizer, with
which I will be able to clean my hands after eating
peanut butter from the jar, since I have yet to
come across any utensils in this kit. I have five
SightSavers for cleaning my glasses, one pocket
pack of Kleenexes, shampoo, soap, deodorant, some
aspirin and a package of Charmin To Go. It contains
55 sheets of one-ply. Do the math.
Elsewhere we have
bottled water, lots of flashlights, lots of batteries,
and I hope that some of them will work. We have
a hand-cranked radio and some Sterno and some
propane lanterns. But if I had had to separate
from my family and had been left with only what
I was packing in my emergency kit, I would not
have been a happy camper.
Capitol One asks:
“What’s in your wallet?” I would
like to challenge all my readers to ask themselves
“What’s in your emergency kit?”
It may contain a few surprises, as did mine.
I decided that if
I punished myself by actually trying some of the
food, maybe it would be motivational and help
me to remember to rotate supplies more often than
every two years. My visiting niece just told me
that some people in her ward take inventory of
their emergency supplies every general conference
weekend. (I am including her suggestion in this
column in exchange for not making her a Spam sandwich
for lunch.)
We are told if we are prepared, we need not fear.
I don’t know about you, but I’m a
little scared at present.