As I write this, it's been about a week after the wedding. The best thing about it is that we survived despite it being more complicated than I ever wanted. All I ever wanted was for Liz and Anthony to have a simple ceremony; the way people shoved stuff on us, you'd think they thought I was a Mafia gangster calling in favors. April might grumble about the hand that holds the mortgages making people offers they can't refuse but that's because she's pointlessly upset as usual. I mean, Iris said Dad would be fine, that he wouldn't want the wedding delayed on his account. Both she and Doctor Ted have got to be off base when they say that Iris was trying to guilt us into staying with him, right? If they are right, that would make me a monster so they must be wrong. To top it off, she spoiled Anthony and Liz's good news (finally, a child of her own instead of someone else's castoff) by talking about Dixie and that cat. I mean, if a pet is too much trouble to handle, get rid of it. Anyhow, we only have to endure this angst for a year longer then she's off to University. I can finally talk John into retiring without worrying about the wet blanket in the corner bedroom. Anyhow, as soon as she grows up, she'll see how the world really works. When that happens, everything will finally start to go my way. I don't know why John thinks Mike will throw away a promising career to teach so very far away from home or why April might move to another province. Just him blowing off steam I guess.
Anyway, I've got baby names for them to pick out and a casserole in the oven for Dad so I have to cut things short.