This is my happy place. I am one of the lucky people who married into an amazing family who also happen own a cottage up in Muskoka, north of Toronto. I’ve spent a good part of every summer up there for 12 years now, loving the company of family and friends, enjoying the lake and the woods we’re surrounded by, and just generally appreciating something I never had access to, growing up. Honestly, this is a place, a privilege, I never want to take for granted. This is the view I’ve had, …
How to Find Zen In The Laundry Basket
©Remon Rijper If there is a more Sisyphean task than laundry, I don’t know what it is. There is no such thing as being caught up on laundry; someone always needs clean underwear and socks, and then the towels need washing and the bedding needs to be changed. Until we all transform into a nudist society, we will always have dirty clothes to wash, until the end of time. It reminds me of Newman’s breakdown on Seinfeld, about the unrelenting nature of the mail. To paraphrase: The laundry …