Some Very Good News

 I could not help but think about the 11 year old that was swept into the creek. I felt so horrible for his mother. There's no good time for something like that of course, but it seemed even more awful that such a thing would happen on the evening before Mother's Day. 

The water rescue was ongoing, and police were patrolling the bridges, but then darkness fell. And all night long, I kept thinking about that child. How awful it would be not to know where your child was. Hoping against hope that somehow, he'd managed to get himself out of the water before he was swept into the Allegheny. 

Was he a friend of my grandson's? Was he a kid from our street? A kid that walked past our house on the way home from school? Maybe I'd talked to him... My mind whirs off like that, and the whole thing was troubling. Tim and I talked about it on the way to the new house to work some more after he got back from church Sunday morning. 

There was nothing on the news about it that morning. 

There was nothing on the news about it that afternoon. 

But Tim saw the water rescue as he went on his nightly walk. He stopped and talked to a neighbor about it. A kid across the street saw them, and came over to relate the story. He was standing on the bridge and he saw kids walking on the bank. He saw one kid fall in. His arms were over his head, and he just disappeared. 

But facebook came alive with inquiries. I stay out of that mess because everyone knows what is going on whether they know what's going on or not. And god help you if you question someone whose story is just not quite plausible, but I read the comments and saw that:

1) the 11 year old child was rescued.

2) there was no incident (which was hotly disputed by the woman who called 911 after seeing it happen from the 5th St Bridge.) 

3) there was an incident but it was a woman who fell in. 

4) the search for the 11 year old child was ongoing.

You see what I mean. There were many comments, and many of those comments came from people who swore they had personal knowledge, but the information was all over the place. 

So...I kept quiet and waited for news. 

Except there was nothing reported the following morning, but FB had a post that they were looking for the child downriver at the junction of the Conewango and the Allegheny River at a place called Point Park. 

Tim and I drove to the new house wondering about that. 

We listened to the evening news. No mention. "Something isn't right here," I said. Tim repeated what the boy had told him and the neighbor once again and we mused over it. 

I contacted the editor of a local online news publication, and related the facts as we knew them first hand. What the boy had said, the fact that there was a water rescue ongoing. 

I didn't get a response from him right away. His business is facts, and I knew that he'd get to the bottom of it. He did. 

And this was the headline this morning. 

I can't even tell you how happy this made Tim and I. It was wonderful to have a reason for rejoicing. 

I planted my distressed plants today. My previously purchased distressed plants looked mighty fine, and some of the bulbs I planted are showing growth. It was a beautiful day, hot and sunny. Tim worked in the house. Tiger, the AWOL cat, showed up today for a visit while I was working, and I was so pleased to see him that he got a full can of catfood all to himself. I have a bit of a sunburn. 

I forgot to take a picture of the faucet. The brand name is Brizo though. 

I'm getting the house ready, doing a last load of laundry, cooking a couple more batches of food so that Tim doesn't starve to death, just getting things set up. 

I won't be working at the new house tomorrow.