Who'll Stop the Rain?

I don't know about anyone else, but I am sick of rain. I can't recall a day in the past month where we haven't had some precipitation.  Our yard looks crazy bad. Weeds are everywhere.  Grass is growing between the flagstone.  There has not been any window of opportunity to work on the back yard and boy does it look bad.  When we first moved in, there was grass and a big tree.  The area was one big mud puddle.  We have it a lot better now.  Alas, poor Teddy is not allowed out back anyway.  While I feel badly for her recuperation restrictions, with this weather, she would hardly be getting out anyway.   

 The siding is taking a beating and we'll have to replace it this summer.  The old wood shingles are soaked and breaking apart.  The empty house next door is in sad shape but the absent owner did have windows put in two weeks ago.  Probably because a neighbor who shall remained nameless complained to the town that the ones they left open all of the time were in sad shape, with most having at least one pane of broken glass.  When we finally do have time and sunshine to sit in this area, I am looking forward to having an easier time -- I picked up a cheap plastic storage container for the cushions at Aldi.  It was $39 but I had a $10 coupon from another location because it is closed for construction and the coupons were to entice me to shop at a different one.  I'm equal distance from both so the coupon was a boon!

 They super sun-tolerant stonecrop is doing well with the non-stop rain.  Excessive sun doesn't kill it and apparently flooding doesn't either.  Regardless, it still looks ratty!

The amount of weeds we are seeing is discouraging.  If it stops raining next weekend, TBG will try to pull them.  We have landscape cloth under the gravel, but the grass and weed doesn't seem to know that is supposed to be a barrier.

It has been tough getting Teddy out because we need her incision to stay dry.  We are able to take her on short walks up and down the street.  She is actually walking fine.  Her recovery is going very fast but we don't dare let her off leash our out of her confinement.  We rely a lot on tranquilizers because otherwise she would drive us crazy in the evening. It takes about two hours for a pill to take effect.

All the well-wishes and encouragement have helped a lot. I believe we did the right thing and now that the surgery is over, I feel less anxiety.  She thinks the whole thing sucks but I also figure once it's all over, she'll forget it.  TBG and I will remember it for a long time!