Happy Deepavali to you (if you celebrate it, that is.)
Pittsburgh is celebrating the weekend as Light-Up night, quite in keeping with the Festival of Lights that precedes it. Strictly speaking, if we were to go by the phase of the moon, Deepavali would be tomorrow night, which is the actual day of the New Moon here, but we just slavishly follow the Indian calendar, despite it being 10 hours ahead.
I've given up trying to make sense of that disconnect, and just scrambled, as did my friends, all busy moms, to make a sweet (Gulab Jamuns, yum) and savory item (pakoras, pinched off into the hot oil, sizzlingly), along with a usual dinner.
We still have a holiday potluck or two coming up, belated parties when I shall slave over the stove. There are times when I wish that we desis weren't so cost-conscious and just got the whole event catered, instead of filling out lists with various items to be made in quantities to feed 20 people. But it wouldn't be a desi event then, I guess. The very desiness of the whole thing is predicated on the amount of time spent concocting the dishes, and sloshing them around in humongous trays as we drive around in circles trying to locate the party hall.
The weather is anticipated to be cold enough for snow tomorrow, but we'll get by with just a couple of flurries, nothing on the ground yet. The local temple has scheduled its Deepavali celebrations for tomorrow. It's going to be fun with the little ones all bundled up against the cold, happily waving the sparklers that are given out to mark the occasion. Puja, sparklers, dinner, dance/concert - the usual agenda for such evenings.