Danny, Saturday afternoon

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Threshold

This is my favourite time of year. It's not only because today I can walk outside in just a sweater—at least six of Ontario's months have days like that. What March has that the others don't is the anticipation of spring. I like looking forward to it as much as the reality. This is how I am about sex, too. If nature could hold off its orgasm I would wait in ecstasy for several months without complaint.

Besides melting ice and puddings of dark, fragrant mud, March has my birthday. This one I have dreaded for a while. Today while poking along the riverside I determined this is actually my 41st March. Simply perverse. But considering how I love the month, I might as well have more of them.

My daughters will probably visit for March Break, so they'll be here on the actual day, which is always the last day of winter and the zodiac year. But I wanted to do something with my friends, so instead of stewing about it I went ahead and planned something for this Saturday. The size of my place precludes a big bash. If things go according to plan, Danny will be here along with five or six of my Guelph friends. It will be the largest group I have hosted in more than five years. No way we can all sit at a table, so I'm planning on finger foods, mostly prepared ahead. Later we can head to the Robin's Nest.

Between those plans and more serious life issues I have to look after, I feel overwhelmed but not unhappy.

I will post more pics from the Toronto weekend during the next few days.