Branson, Finally!

After multiple attempts to take a trip to Branson, we finally made it, but not without a few bumps. We arrived last Thursday evening about 5:30 pm, got settled in our hotel room, took a quick survey of the city, and found a place to eat. While sitting there, enjoying our shrimp, the phone rang.
Our house was flooding again. Tonia was scrambling and Jon and Kat were on their way. We called my brother who also made his way. That was the most helpless feeling-trying to communicate by phone, 7 hours away, while our house was in danger. I felt horrible that we couldn't do anything but wait while our family was hard at work to secure everything. They did an amazing job by the way, and for the most part very little was lost. Our house itself didn't flood this time, but the yard and shed did. Water rose to about 2 ft (half of its height last round)-just enough to get in the main shed and soak everything in there.
That is how we spent our Thursday evening, watching the weather, waiting for phone calls and praying the water level would diminish. Friday morning we get another call, one of the dogs has attacked the cat. My, my, we were about to regret leaving the city! My brother carried the cat to the vet who spent the weekend kennelled. To make a long story short-all turned out well. The cat survived; our budget did not. I feel like I am working to pay vet bills right now. We can't seem to get ahead on those, and then...got a reminder card that Maggie is due for shots. She is so going to have to wait!
Despite all of the distractions, we had a great time. We took a train ride, drove to Springfield to visit the Bass Pro there, sat in the hotel hot tub way past midnight, and visited the Titanic museum-all must sees in my book.
In just a few weeks we are off again to San Antonio, and can't wait for that one either. Maybe this time we will be barred any disasters, natural or otherwise!