Sometimes it's good not to get what we want

I had some friends from Ohio come through on their way to Florida. They were taking the long way around. When we had originally talked about them coming, two weeks before, I was glad they were coming through. I hadn't yet met their kids, and we have plenty of room.

But I have been in a funk the last few days. When they called Wednesday night to tell me they would be here Thursday, I was secretly Not Glad. I didn't want to see anyone. I didn't want anyone to come over. I wanted to be left alone.

It was good that they came. We had a nice visit. We went into the city, and took the Lafayette Cemetery Tour run by Save Our Cemeteries, which I often do with tourist visitors because it's a change of pace from the Quarter and fine for kids. We had lunch at a little corner restaurant in the Garden District. It was good to get out. It was good to be with people. They left for the Florida Panhandle this afternoon.

I'm in a much better frame of mind than I was before they got here. I'm glad I didn't get what I wanted.