Crazy blustery very windy rainy cloudy night-day-night again. Sideways rain.
We're having hurricane-flashbacks listening to the wind howling, the pounding driving rain, things banging in the wind. It's only 20-25 mph, not 150 - 200 mph, but it still sounds like wind. I wonder how the people still living in tents and under tarps are dealing with this.
The brakes went out on the truck today. Fortunately everybody is safe.
We couldn't go to Carole's tonight because of the truck so we made dinner at home. It was the worst dinner we've had since the hurricane! (And that's saying something.) Start with the backpacker "mesquite chicken and rice." Red blob that tasted like bad bottled smoke flavoring. If you just hiked up 10,000 feet, it would probably taste great. Here, not so much. (I never did much like backpacker food, even when I was backpacking a fair amount.)
Then on to the military MRE - Meal Ready to Eat. I've written before about MREs, how they were passed out with English-only instructions to a mostly Spanish speaking population.
Elaine is one of the three smartest people I know. I'm a reasonably intelligent person. We are both fluent native English speakers. It took us 10 minutes to figure out how the use the MRE. No wonder many people kept the candy and peanut butter and threw the "meal" away.
While we waited for the MRE spaghetti to "cook," we checked out the rest of the packet. The crackers were multi-denominational. They would serve equally well in soup or chili, or as communion wafers, or at Passover.
But here's the really scary part: the Skittles had congealed into a single mass.
We looked at the expiration date (we didn't know Skittles even had an expiration date?!): March, 2016, That means the Skittles had expired a year-and-a-half before Hurricane Maria!
I wonder if Houston and Florida got old expired MREs after Harvey and Irma. I will leave it to you to decide where Puerto Rico fits in the scheme of things.
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