Day 336: Weight of the world

Exile #4 was calling this inflatable globe a 'beach ball' this morning. She was also complaining that it was too heavy for her to carry down the stairs. Then again, the other day she asked when we would have a new house because we'd been in this one for such a long time. So much for worrying about putting her through too much disruption.

In fact, I think the various life-changes of the last year have probably hit her the hardest of all of us. Not only has it been a momentous time for her personally - out of nappies, into school but she has also had to cope with being displaced as the baby of the family (not that she'd admit to wanting to be that). All that on top of the house moves and culture-shock we've all been dealing with. For the most part she's coping well. Sometimes she gets a bit clingy, other times a bit bolshy. I suspect she spent most of last night in bed with us, I'm not really sure what time she arrived, but she was still with us in the morning.

Tomorrow's weather forecast is predicting significant accumulations of snow for the first time this winter. If it comes as predicted it will be falling during the afternoon and evening. I just returned from a colleague's house where his brand new snow thrower is awaiting its first run out. It's basically the same here - but I'm not quite so excited to put my shiny snow-shovel to the test.