first one must wear one's easter hat with one's pajamas
then one must be subjected to the indignity of donning one's winter gear, even though it is now spring, and easter to boot
then one must walk out of one's apartment and past the church right across the street - the church at which one attended no holy week services, including the easter cantata on good friday
... and at the tim hortons (it's roll up the rim to win time - one must still lose...)
then one must inspect the rapidly-but-not-rapidly-enough disappearing snow
after which one may revel in the daring debut of some particularly hearty grass in a sunny patch
and finally one may chase one's shadow (and one's mama's shadow) across the parking lot, all the way to the front door, an experience which might remind one's mama that one must at some point learn how to walk uphill
and finally, one might have noticed the name of a solicitor that one might think one's dear friend mad jenny will appreciate - see if you can find it!