Tuesday Night Chaharshanbe Suri

It was a dark and stormy night. Actually it was barely even drizzling but the thought of trekking to the beach fire pits for the annual jumping-over-fire event (aka Chaharshanbe Suri) seemed like way too much work for us pansy-ass Californians. Weather in general freaks us out. Hours of mindless traffic, whatever! But a slight drizzle is cause for alarm.

So we bought some coals and some Persian take-out from our local International market and called up Grandma Pedram. It had been one of those rough-around-the-edges kind of day and a little Tuesday night family visiting would do us some good. Of course the kids were bummed because a little drizzle (or wild horses) couldn’t keep them away from the beach. They sulked in the car and stuck their noses in their phones, playing data-free games while Payam and I cursed at the usual Tuesday night traffic. charsanbehsouri-2018-1

When we got to Grandma’s, Uncle Ramin had already gotten a small barbecue ready for us. This was something new for everyone, making fires at home! Fire! Fire!  It was novel and even the phone-addled girls started to catch on to the excitement while Grandma stayed inside nice and warm peering through the sliding glass door.

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After the fire was going in the small barbecue, Payam took some tin foil and made seven small fires. It took a bit of coaxing to get them going. He worked on that while the rest of us chowed down on our Persian take-out inside. When the fires were good and lit, the kids came out and we started the “jumping festival”.

Jumping over fires is thought to be a way to say goodbye to the bad of last year and hello to the good of this year. I’m all for that! Uncle Ramin taught us how to say “Give me your beautiful red color and take back my sickly yellow pallor” in Farsi. Of course I cannot remember how to say it now but it’s relatively easy. The kids made up their own sayings as they jumped over. Bug wished for no allergies and Joon wished for happiness.

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It didn’t really matter what we said or if we had the fire-jumping traditions down just right. We are not practicing Zoastrians and we probably didn’t even get the day right.  Chaharshanbeh Soori* literally translates to the last Wednesday of the New Year so why are we doing it on a Tuesday night?  We discussed that for quite a bit but no one really had a good answer. We were just there for the memories and the family time.  I’m so glad we did it too.

Sometimes you have to push through those rough days when you’d really rather just check out on the couch and let the kids turn their brains into phone-addled mush and put out a little effort because it’s always worth it in the end. Always. Seeing Grandma Pedram smile through the sliding glass door as her grandkids jumped over fire like she probably did as a little girl is something I will always treasure.

*there are so many ways to spell Persian words in English (Pringlish) so forgive my many iterations.

Last post of 2017!

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Happy New Year everybody! I thought I’d pop in and share a few things.

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Remember that photoshoot we did back in November? I loved all the photos so much I wanted to just put them here. If you got our holiday card you probably recognize our outfits. The girls picked out their dresses and I was so pleased. I think this is probably the last year they are going to look like little girls anymore. So bittersweet.

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They like each other these days which makes my heart want to explode. Bug’s freckles! Sploosh! There it goes, all gooey and dripping down my rib cage.

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And Joon’s smile! She always does that tongue thing when it’s a real smile.

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It has been the year of braids for Bug. I’m not complaining. You know how she is about things. When she likes something she really likes it. I hope braids always remind me of this year.

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I’ve been trying to savor this year so hard (with the girls, politics not so much). I think I accomplished it.

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And lastly, a silly photo because nothing breaks up a photoshoot better than prickly grass on your bare legs and a chance to be your real self.

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Sigh…

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What else has been going on? Oh, you know, Christmas, New Years, funny clouds in the sky that made us think the atmosphere was cracking open and aliens were visiting. We have a party coming up for New Years that I’m afraid nobody is coming to. What else is new right? I think I worry about that every year.

The Nutcracker with the girls was really nice, even though all of us had royally bad attitudes before going in. Then the music started, we saw some fake snow and everyone felt happy again.

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I made a bunch of candy-cane cookies and toffee for the first time. They were yummy. I got my hair cut. It’s just okay. I kinda miss my old very-long hair but I know it will get better as soon as my bangs grow out a bit from wanna-be-school-girl to I-can’t-really-see-through-them-but-they-look-cool.

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Bug is still in Hawaii. We miss her. We managed through Christmas without getting very sad by being very untraditional and having a huge Persian feast catered via our local middle-eastern market’s food court! Who knew! It was the best. I didn’t cook and everything was delicious. I think I might make it our new tradition, with Bug included though, of course.

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Oh! And this happened! But before you start looking into wedding guest dress rental (Because how awesome would that wedding be?) and china registries (Don’t, we don’t need any.), let me tell you that he didn’t really *ask* me to marry him and we aren’t getting *married* anytime soon. I know. I’m sorry. Everyone loves a good love story and I have no good explanations right now. I’m just wearing a really pretty ring that he gave me for Christmas and I’m really happy because it means everything to me.

I also have an updated calendar for you! Happy Printing! Cheers to 2018!