This weekend was not one I’d want to repeat anytime soon. Overall, it wasn’t bad, but Saturday morning was Teresa’s dad’s funeral in Baton Rouge, and it was so emotionally draining and so sad. Friday night George and I went to the pub for a little while, because we knew we’d have to get up early to drive to Baton Rouge.

So Saturday morning, we went to the funeral. It was of course, terribly sad, but also very nice. The eulogies were beautiful, and George said after the funeral that they made him wish that he had met Teresa’s dad. I agreed – I never met him, but he seemed like an amazing man.

The burial was not far from my dad’s grave, so I was able to stop by and say hi. Well, that and get rid of some dead flowers from Christmas, it looked like.

Anyway, after the funeral, we went back to New Orleans. Stopped at Whole Foods (hellish on a Saturday afternoon) for groceries, then met our realtor at the house we wanted to see. Ack! It was not good. It’s a massive house, and dirt cheap. For a reason. When you get to the third room back, the whole house is just sunken in. Almost as if on purpose. No cracks in the wall, the floors are still in great shape, just very wavy. Like a roller coaster. Interesting, if only we had an extra $100K.

Saturday night was back at the pub. Etc, etc.

Sunday I went to see a movie, Calendar Girls. It was set in England, which made me wish we could be buying a tiny stone cottage in the English countryside instead of Algiers Point. But I suppose AP is as close as we’re going to get in New Orleans.

Didn’t watch the Superbowl. Watched Le Divorce instead. Not bad.

Supposed to be starting Weight Watchers at work soon. Yay!

Also want to say now that I really wish I was a better writer. Thinking back on what I wrote on Friday makes me cringe, it is so cliche-ridden. But I meant what I said. I only wish I could have said it more eloquently.