Another Goddamn Beautiful Day

My Mom taught me that.

Years ago when she was still sewing work outfits for me, we had a deal. If it was bad weather, we'd sew together and I'd help her, mostly doing the grunt work while she did the more difficult, clever stuff. But if the weather was lovely out, then she wanted to sit outside and enjoy the sun. It became a dilemma because Alberta has so many beautiful, sunny, summer days and while she wanted to sew, she also wanted to be outside. And so she'd walk around the house muttering, "Another goddamn beautiful day."

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