BAM! A quick quake hit just about the time the 6:00 news came on. I had just watched a documentary on rogue waves on The History Channel, and, for a second, wondered what had hit the house. The sudden jolt felt as if a runaway truck hit the house head on, just for maybe 1-2-3 seconds, with a slight jiggling following the initial impact. Then, it was done. According to the news, 3.4 located 6 miles NE from me.
Let's see, that could be the Mission Creek Fault, the Banning Fault, the Garnet Hill Fault, or the San Andreas Fault, but it's probably the Indio Hills Fault this time. The basin is alive with shifting sand, and today's newspaper had a lead story predicting the "big one" is due any day. Well, I've already experienced a "big one," a 7.5, and I'm sticking with my belief that if I have to fall victim to any natural disaster, I prefer it to be an earthquake. I'll take my chances on moving earth, rather than 90 foot tall rogue waves traveling 150 mph that snap a tanker in half in a heartbeat!
My appointment to discuss energy efficient window replacements for the living room (the victim of the bb gun attack last fall) and the sliding glass door was eye opening. Looks like I'm not going with this vendor as just those 2 replacements will cost me $6k--and that's pretty much replacing like with like. I called this vendor because my friend who lives about a mile away had a total of 7 windows replaced for $7500, including a living room window at least the same size as mine, and she selected the top tier of glass product. I looked at one window and one patio door, mid-range glass product, for $6k?
Something doesn't make sense, and if I think I'm being scammed, I don't do business with the vendor. He did make an offer to go higher level on this and lower on that for the same price, but in my world, the price is the price: if you can sell the product for less, why aren't you? I'm not a contestant on let's make a deal and I don't want my business to be the result of arm twisting and/or my ability to guess the real price.
I desperately want to install a garden/French door instead of any kind of slider, so I'll continue to search other providers and see if I can find what I want for about $2500, which (totally installed) would be reasonable. The sales rep's take on that is sure, you can buy windows at the big box home improvement store, but you'll have crap windows, not prestige energy efficient product. My response: the house made it to almost 20 years with "crap" windows, so I'm willing to spend less to buy myself another 20 years.
My aching arms are throbbing and swollen. I've taken aspirin, ibuprofen, soaked in warm water and applied ice packs. The bottom line is that all the little things I enjoy doing cause me discomfort, so either I sit on the couch and expand my glutinous maximus or I do what I'm going to do and deal with the pain. When the scales tip and the benefit is over-matched by the pain, I'll reconsider my decision.
AARRGGHH! I just went outside to turn on the 2 soaker hoses for the new plantings--and found that Mia has already made 2 huge doggie beds, one in each of the 2 planter boxes. After yelling "bad dog" at her a hundred times (and muttering under my breath), I filled in the holes and warned her that if there are any more holes dug in my new landscaping, she's banished to the dog run. That, of course, means no coming into the air-conditioned house, a bowl of warm water outside, and no couches for her afternoon snooze. She ruined my yard the last time I planted it, and I'm NOT going to allow that again!
Monday, April 14, 2008
Sunday, April 13, 2008
Weekend Woman Warrior I
Whew! I had to wait for dusk to creep across the backyard before planting the shrubs I bought today, but the soil conditioner and all the plants are in the ground, watered, and waiting for dawn to see what needs smoothing.
I hauled all but 6 large rocks for the edging and can hardly use my hands tonight. Last night, the 2 end fingers on my right hand cramped straight against my palm until I soaked them in hot water and then iced my arms, which felt like they were receiving high-voltage shock treatments.
Yep, I know: gather smaller rocks. Not going to happen as they have to be of a certain size or they look too small. If I can pick it up and put it into the truck, it's the right size. If I can't pick it up, it's too big, and if I can pick it up and toss it into the truck, it's too small. The good news is that the rest of the rocks are just on the next street, so I'll pick them up tomorrow morning and finish the last little bit of Project I.
In a few days, after I'm less sore than I am tonight, I'll start Project II, the strip that runs parallel to the driveway. I need to create a border, bring in some sand from somewhere, and then plant a hedge that should be a screen by next spring. Project III is doing the same process along the dog run fence. Project IV is cleaning up the oleander along the last side of fence. It's doing much better with all the rain we've had, but I need to remove what's dead to give what's coming in anew a chance to grow.
Then, I have to hire help to install the watering system and figure out the patio area I've designed. So far, I've spent $150, so doing well on budget due to the cheap self-labor!
I hauled all but 6 large rocks for the edging and can hardly use my hands tonight. Last night, the 2 end fingers on my right hand cramped straight against my palm until I soaked them in hot water and then iced my arms, which felt like they were receiving high-voltage shock treatments.
Yep, I know: gather smaller rocks. Not going to happen as they have to be of a certain size or they look too small. If I can pick it up and put it into the truck, it's the right size. If I can't pick it up, it's too big, and if I can pick it up and toss it into the truck, it's too small. The good news is that the rest of the rocks are just on the next street, so I'll pick them up tomorrow morning and finish the last little bit of Project I.
In a few days, after I'm less sore than I am tonight, I'll start Project II, the strip that runs parallel to the driveway. I need to create a border, bring in some sand from somewhere, and then plant a hedge that should be a screen by next spring. Project III is doing the same process along the dog run fence. Project IV is cleaning up the oleander along the last side of fence. It's doing much better with all the rain we've had, but I need to remove what's dead to give what's coming in anew a chance to grow.
Then, I have to hire help to install the watering system and figure out the patio area I've designed. So far, I've spent $150, so doing well on budget due to the cheap self-labor!
Saturday, April 12, 2008
Glutton for Punishment
Several years ago, I began landscaping the backyard. I had drawn up a plan and worked for one weekend before I fell head-first to the patio slab, landing in my dog's pool which, thankfully, was filled with water and saved me from major facial injuries.
I did, however, break my left arm, which brought the project to a screeching halt. Just as it had healed and I was thinking about picking up where I left off (no pun intended), I went bowling, crossed the foul line, lost my footing, went head over tea kettle--and shattered my left shoulder and fractured my collarbone. That took a while to heal, so the backyard project faded into the past.
However, I simply cannot continue to deal with the ferocious winds that whip sand into my home from my unfinished landscaping project. I can't go outside if it's windy because the sand is so abrasive. I now need to bring in a very large truck filled with dirt to bring the yard level back to the existing patio slab height, and then I'm going to finish what I began.
I like my plan, which is very simple and features plantings around the perimeter, a large patio area in the yard, and crushed rock ground cover to keep what's there there, as well as eliminating the desert puncture weeds, a menace during spring, summer, and fall. I'm going to screen off the dog run I had fenced off when I began the original project, using North Carolina Wild Cherry trees, which attract birds during the spring and fall and create a nice screen when planted about 4 feet apart. I'll leave the oleanders along the south fence line, although many of them are beyond saving due to my benign neglect of the yard. My thinking is that once I take out the dead plants, the others will revive and spread to fill in the holes; if they don't, that's okay too. I'm planting a hedge between the backyard and the driveway, but I won't let it grow too tall as I want a more open view of my property to discourage intruders.
By planting the perimeter, I can probably install the watering system myself as all I'll need are sprinkler heads where I have shrubs and corner pieces to turn the corners of the area. I will leave a line to the patio slab so I can add the fountain if I decide to do that.
I know a guy who works for a friend of mine, and the guy does the faux finish concrete. While I think I want a free-form brick patio/play area, I'm not sure I want to haul all the bricks and lay them, although I do enjoy that kind of project. So, I'm going to call the guy and ask him to give me a bid for pouring a concrete slab and then turning it into bricks or cobblestones with a faux finish. We'll see what he says.
My idea for this patio area is to include a fountain, and I've seen one I absolutely love: a huge sphere created from rectangular pieces of rock that overlap. The water comes out the top and trickles down the globe into a large, round catch-basin. There are matching benches, which would be a great finishing touch. If I get the rest of the work done by the end of summer, perhaps fountains will be on discount sales and I can save some money by waiting to do that the last thing.
The biggest part of the project is replacing the existing sliding door, which doesn't slide due to the afore-mentioned sand issue. I want a glass door that opens and closes without involving sliding on a track. I'm not sure how this will work with Mia, as she's used to coming and going through her doggie door, but we'll find a way to make it work.
My budget is a total of $5000, which is quite do-able as long as I am physically able to work on the project. I can get the dirt delivered for under $500 (or haul it one trip at a time in my truck). I'm using rocks I pick up in the empty lots in the neighborhood for edging/borders in the areas where I'll be planting. I have some huge rocks that I'll use as features here and there because I want the yard to look more natural than architectural. I'm limiting actual planting, but can add potted plants for color and interest on the patio and throughout the yard if it needs it.
Today, I outlined the walkway from the existing patio slab to the gate at the dog run and made the final privacy screen to face the west and slow down the blowing sand, as well as being a trellis for the bougainvilla I'm planting around the patio to provide both privacy and a pop of color. I'm pretty good at working at a project one day at a time, so I'm thinking I should have this finished by July 4th, which allows for glitches and delays, but no time off for physical injury!
I did, however, break my left arm, which brought the project to a screeching halt. Just as it had healed and I was thinking about picking up where I left off (no pun intended), I went bowling, crossed the foul line, lost my footing, went head over tea kettle--and shattered my left shoulder and fractured my collarbone. That took a while to heal, so the backyard project faded into the past.
However, I simply cannot continue to deal with the ferocious winds that whip sand into my home from my unfinished landscaping project. I can't go outside if it's windy because the sand is so abrasive. I now need to bring in a very large truck filled with dirt to bring the yard level back to the existing patio slab height, and then I'm going to finish what I began.
I like my plan, which is very simple and features plantings around the perimeter, a large patio area in the yard, and crushed rock ground cover to keep what's there there, as well as eliminating the desert puncture weeds, a menace during spring, summer, and fall. I'm going to screen off the dog run I had fenced off when I began the original project, using North Carolina Wild Cherry trees, which attract birds during the spring and fall and create a nice screen when planted about 4 feet apart. I'll leave the oleanders along the south fence line, although many of them are beyond saving due to my benign neglect of the yard. My thinking is that once I take out the dead plants, the others will revive and spread to fill in the holes; if they don't, that's okay too. I'm planting a hedge between the backyard and the driveway, but I won't let it grow too tall as I want a more open view of my property to discourage intruders.
By planting the perimeter, I can probably install the watering system myself as all I'll need are sprinkler heads where I have shrubs and corner pieces to turn the corners of the area. I will leave a line to the patio slab so I can add the fountain if I decide to do that.
I know a guy who works for a friend of mine, and the guy does the faux finish concrete. While I think I want a free-form brick patio/play area, I'm not sure I want to haul all the bricks and lay them, although I do enjoy that kind of project. So, I'm going to call the guy and ask him to give me a bid for pouring a concrete slab and then turning it into bricks or cobblestones with a faux finish. We'll see what he says.
My idea for this patio area is to include a fountain, and I've seen one I absolutely love: a huge sphere created from rectangular pieces of rock that overlap. The water comes out the top and trickles down the globe into a large, round catch-basin. There are matching benches, which would be a great finishing touch. If I get the rest of the work done by the end of summer, perhaps fountains will be on discount sales and I can save some money by waiting to do that the last thing.
The biggest part of the project is replacing the existing sliding door, which doesn't slide due to the afore-mentioned sand issue. I want a glass door that opens and closes without involving sliding on a track. I'm not sure how this will work with Mia, as she's used to coming and going through her doggie door, but we'll find a way to make it work.
My budget is a total of $5000, which is quite do-able as long as I am physically able to work on the project. I can get the dirt delivered for under $500 (or haul it one trip at a time in my truck). I'm using rocks I pick up in the empty lots in the neighborhood for edging/borders in the areas where I'll be planting. I have some huge rocks that I'll use as features here and there because I want the yard to look more natural than architectural. I'm limiting actual planting, but can add potted plants for color and interest on the patio and throughout the yard if it needs it.
Today, I outlined the walkway from the existing patio slab to the gate at the dog run and made the final privacy screen to face the west and slow down the blowing sand, as well as being a trellis for the bougainvilla I'm planting around the patio to provide both privacy and a pop of color. I'm pretty good at working at a project one day at a time, so I'm thinking I should have this finished by July 4th, which allows for glitches and delays, but no time off for physical injury!
Friday, April 11, 2008
Neighborhood News
Much to the relief of surrounding residents, I picked up poop this morning, a task I will freely admit has been overlooked since the Christmas holiday due to weather conditions: rain and fierce winds, neither of which is conducive to doggy duty. I do have it as a task in my Palm Pilot, but it's one of the easiest to put off to another day. Or, it seems, another month!
I met my new neighbors: husband, wife, and two children, none of whom speak English! The 3-year-old girl was climbing on my wall and throwing paper into my yard, both of which push one of my nasty buttons. I was eating outside, so I put my food and wine down, stood up and meandered in her direction, a move that usually sends kids running for cover, and told her to get down, which earned me a vacant stare. Thinking perhaps she had not heard me, as I came closer to the wall to tell her again to get down, I saw her mother. I introduced myself, she gave me her name, then told me "no habla English." Well, since I no habla Espanol, we'll be nodding and waving neighbors--as long as the little girl stays off my wall and keeps her trash in her own yard, that is.
Many nearby residents are outside this week, cleaning the yards (it's a particularly weedy spring), playing their music loudly enough for everyone on the block to enjoy, and firing up the barbies: steaks on the grill and frijoles in the pot. Wash it down with copious quantities of beer and it doesn't get much better than that.
Taking the hint, I cleaned both my patio and my patio furniture. I borrowed a steam cleaner from a friend, believing the ease with which the TV demo individual cleans decades of dirt off the patio set, but I didn't have huge success with that system and reverted to scrubbing with a brush and blasting off the gunk with the garden hose. I used a complete tank of water with the steamer and thought to fill 'er up and continue the process, but--believe it or not--one must wait a minimum of 15 minutes before refilling the steamer when it runs out of water! That 15 minutes was enough time to scrub 2 of the 4 chairs, and I still haven't been able to loosen the pressure cap after 2 hours of waiting. Either not as touted on TV, or I'm a steam clean failure.
I've drawn up plans for another wind-break panel and think I've figured out how to attach it to the west side of the patio so I can sit outside again. I'd love to put up canvas so the man next door can't sit and stare at me, but I'll do that next. My privacy hints come in stages, depending on whether anyone is living upstairs and sitting on the windowsill: the only view is my backyard!
All the debris from the foreclosure in the front unit next door is gone, including the filled to overflowing garage. I guess that family simply walked out the door and bought everything new because they seem to have left behind most of what was in the house. Just having the trash cleaned up improves the appearance of the rental property. As the prices of the foreclosures remain pretty cheap, people are buying the homes and moving in, so perhaps my street will fill up again by summer.
We're due for high double--and maybe triple--digits today, so time to change out the filter in the cooling system, clean all the fan blades, and dig out the summer sunscreen. It's looking good in the neighborhood.
I met my new neighbors: husband, wife, and two children, none of whom speak English! The 3-year-old girl was climbing on my wall and throwing paper into my yard, both of which push one of my nasty buttons. I was eating outside, so I put my food and wine down, stood up and meandered in her direction, a move that usually sends kids running for cover, and told her to get down, which earned me a vacant stare. Thinking perhaps she had not heard me, as I came closer to the wall to tell her again to get down, I saw her mother. I introduced myself, she gave me her name, then told me "no habla English." Well, since I no habla Espanol, we'll be nodding and waving neighbors--as long as the little girl stays off my wall and keeps her trash in her own yard, that is.
Many nearby residents are outside this week, cleaning the yards (it's a particularly weedy spring), playing their music loudly enough for everyone on the block to enjoy, and firing up the barbies: steaks on the grill and frijoles in the pot. Wash it down with copious quantities of beer and it doesn't get much better than that.
Taking the hint, I cleaned both my patio and my patio furniture. I borrowed a steam cleaner from a friend, believing the ease with which the TV demo individual cleans decades of dirt off the patio set, but I didn't have huge success with that system and reverted to scrubbing with a brush and blasting off the gunk with the garden hose. I used a complete tank of water with the steamer and thought to fill 'er up and continue the process, but--believe it or not--one must wait a minimum of 15 minutes before refilling the steamer when it runs out of water! That 15 minutes was enough time to scrub 2 of the 4 chairs, and I still haven't been able to loosen the pressure cap after 2 hours of waiting. Either not as touted on TV, or I'm a steam clean failure.
I've drawn up plans for another wind-break panel and think I've figured out how to attach it to the west side of the patio so I can sit outside again. I'd love to put up canvas so the man next door can't sit and stare at me, but I'll do that next. My privacy hints come in stages, depending on whether anyone is living upstairs and sitting on the windowsill: the only view is my backyard!
All the debris from the foreclosure in the front unit next door is gone, including the filled to overflowing garage. I guess that family simply walked out the door and bought everything new because they seem to have left behind most of what was in the house. Just having the trash cleaned up improves the appearance of the rental property. As the prices of the foreclosures remain pretty cheap, people are buying the homes and moving in, so perhaps my street will fill up again by summer.
We're due for high double--and maybe triple--digits today, so time to change out the filter in the cooling system, clean all the fan blades, and dig out the summer sunscreen. It's looking good in the neighborhood.
Wednesday, April 9, 2008
Punditing
One of my pleasures is surfing the talking head networks, listening to snippets of posturing, prognosticating, and pontificating from the political pundits. If we believe Stewart, O'Reilly, Cobert, Beck et al in toto, we’d cement ourselves into the unused bomb shelters from the 1950s and pray for the end of the world to release us from the hash we’ve made of it.
On the other hand, if we listen as we go about doing other tasks, multi-tasking as we sing the Happy Working Song, some gems reveal themselves and offer fodder for folderol. Specifically, Colbert’s conversation with Madeline Albright, who has published a self-aggrandizing tome that glorifies the administration for which she worked, addressed the 81% of poll participants who believe we’re headed to hell in a hand-basket, while questioning the logic behind the 19% who refuse to come aboard the media train, implying that the majority is correct, while the minority is wrong, rather than allowing that there is validity to both points of view.
A visual leapt into mind, based on somewhat watching Dancing with the Stars last night: P Presley’s face. I used to think Elvis’s former spouse (she glosses over the other husbands with whom she has shared a name) was attractive, particularly as she celebrated birthdays and grew into her mature womanhood. I could see why she attracted so many movers and shakers into her world as any man would be glad to escort her in public. However, has anyone told her how grotesquely comical her new facelift look is? Jack Nicholson as the Joker comes to mind, as well as the advance photos of the late Heath Ledger in costume for his soon-to-be-released last film.
The lips are atrocious and the obviously plumped apple cheeks are simply distracting. At age 62, a woman should look relaxed, comfortable with herself and her appearance, not appear to be a clone of the costumed Marie Osmond doll routine from last season’s Dancing! Pricilla’s face lift should at least command a total refund: I wonder if she used the same surgeon Meg Ryan allowed to seriously alter her adorable looks? Both of them should contact the person who does the one-day, non-invasive face lift touted by a local resident who says she's 64, but few people believe it, including me. She looks great--but still resembles her "before" photo, a claim 'Cilla can no longer make!
So, if 81% of Pricilla’s contacts approve of the look, does that mean it’s a great look? Or do the 19% who think she looks absurdly comical also have an accurate response to the alterations? Is one side right, while the other side wrong, or is one side going along with what’s politically correct and publicly expected, while the minority is actually a whole lot closer to the truth than those who go along to get ahead?
Will the country really be better off with an Obama/Clinton ticket, or will it simply have twice the political problems the pundits attribute to the current administration? Do voters who chirp that they’ll vote for Hillary because Bill was such a “great President” believe (1) that Clinton I was a “great President” and (2) that somehow his White House tenancy assures that his wife will also be a “great President”? Is it really okay to elect Obama because it's "this [black] man, this time"?
Is it okay to elect McCain—as long as he has a younger, well-qualified running mate? If that person is available, why aren’t we running him/her for the top office, rather than assuring the line of succession when the oldest candidate to run for the office gets the votes? I’m not sure I can vote for a man’s running mate and hope that the President dies in office so we get a “great [Republican] President.”
I doubt that we can simply withdraw from Iraq without paying a tremendous consequence: World War III. The Japanese were cleaning up Hiroshima before the fires were out; the Iraqis don't seem to be able to function independently. If we aren't there to tell them what to do and how to do it, someone will gladly provide that direction once we leave. No matter how we got there, we cannot pull the plug without creating a vacuum into which unscrupulous world leaders will gladly leap, assuring their dictatorial dominance with regimes that will make Saddam Hussein look benevolent.
I also think that financial institutions and individuals who speculate on real estate at the expense of the mortgage-paying population should be allowed to fail. Using Colbert’s statistics, I’d venture to say that at least 81% of us are paying our mortgages, and the 19% who default are in the wrong.
The cheerleaders who beat up another girl, filmed it, and think it’s a hoot ought to be tried as adults and serve serious jail time. If 81% of the teens who view the filmed event think it’s tight, does that make it right?
On the other hand, the six-year-old who patted a girl’s butt on the playground probably won’t see the error of his ways because … he’s six! Kids that age (probably 81% of them) touch each other, so perhaps a man-to-man talk could be justified, not police intervention and removal of the little boy from school.
Some days, I just like to talk back to those who do their talking so publicly because I've realized that my credentials and life experience are at least equal to most of theirs. However, I will admit that I've never been a contestant on a reality show, so I don't ever expect to achieve "star" status.
On the other hand, if we listen as we go about doing other tasks, multi-tasking as we sing the Happy Working Song, some gems reveal themselves and offer fodder for folderol. Specifically, Colbert’s conversation with Madeline Albright, who has published a self-aggrandizing tome that glorifies the administration for which she worked, addressed the 81% of poll participants who believe we’re headed to hell in a hand-basket, while questioning the logic behind the 19% who refuse to come aboard the media train, implying that the majority is correct, while the minority is wrong, rather than allowing that there is validity to both points of view.
A visual leapt into mind, based on somewhat watching Dancing with the Stars last night: P Presley’s face. I used to think Elvis’s former spouse (she glosses over the other husbands with whom she has shared a name) was attractive, particularly as she celebrated birthdays and grew into her mature womanhood. I could see why she attracted so many movers and shakers into her world as any man would be glad to escort her in public. However, has anyone told her how grotesquely comical her new facelift look is? Jack Nicholson as the Joker comes to mind, as well as the advance photos of the late Heath Ledger in costume for his soon-to-be-released last film.
The lips are atrocious and the obviously plumped apple cheeks are simply distracting. At age 62, a woman should look relaxed, comfortable with herself and her appearance, not appear to be a clone of the costumed Marie Osmond doll routine from last season’s Dancing! Pricilla’s face lift should at least command a total refund: I wonder if she used the same surgeon Meg Ryan allowed to seriously alter her adorable looks? Both of them should contact the person who does the one-day, non-invasive face lift touted by a local resident who says she's 64, but few people believe it, including me. She looks great--but still resembles her "before" photo, a claim 'Cilla can no longer make!
So, if 81% of Pricilla’s contacts approve of the look, does that mean it’s a great look? Or do the 19% who think she looks absurdly comical also have an accurate response to the alterations? Is one side right, while the other side wrong, or is one side going along with what’s politically correct and publicly expected, while the minority is actually a whole lot closer to the truth than those who go along to get ahead?
Will the country really be better off with an Obama/Clinton ticket, or will it simply have twice the political problems the pundits attribute to the current administration? Do voters who chirp that they’ll vote for Hillary because Bill was such a “great President” believe (1) that Clinton I was a “great President” and (2) that somehow his White House tenancy assures that his wife will also be a “great President”? Is it really okay to elect Obama because it's "this [black] man, this time"?
Is it okay to elect McCain—as long as he has a younger, well-qualified running mate? If that person is available, why aren’t we running him/her for the top office, rather than assuring the line of succession when the oldest candidate to run for the office gets the votes? I’m not sure I can vote for a man’s running mate and hope that the President dies in office so we get a “great [Republican] President.”
I doubt that we can simply withdraw from Iraq without paying a tremendous consequence: World War III. The Japanese were cleaning up Hiroshima before the fires were out; the Iraqis don't seem to be able to function independently. If we aren't there to tell them what to do and how to do it, someone will gladly provide that direction once we leave. No matter how we got there, we cannot pull the plug without creating a vacuum into which unscrupulous world leaders will gladly leap, assuring their dictatorial dominance with regimes that will make Saddam Hussein look benevolent.
I also think that financial institutions and individuals who speculate on real estate at the expense of the mortgage-paying population should be allowed to fail. Using Colbert’s statistics, I’d venture to say that at least 81% of us are paying our mortgages, and the 19% who default are in the wrong.
The cheerleaders who beat up another girl, filmed it, and think it’s a hoot ought to be tried as adults and serve serious jail time. If 81% of the teens who view the filmed event think it’s tight, does that make it right?
On the other hand, the six-year-old who patted a girl’s butt on the playground probably won’t see the error of his ways because … he’s six! Kids that age (probably 81% of them) touch each other, so perhaps a man-to-man talk could be justified, not police intervention and removal of the little boy from school.
Some days, I just like to talk back to those who do their talking so publicly because I've realized that my credentials and life experience are at least equal to most of theirs. However, I will admit that I've never been a contestant on a reality show, so I don't ever expect to achieve "star" status.
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