My house has a way of exploding.

It seems I spend the day keeping it calm...

and then somewhere between five and bedtime-

it explodes.

Dirty dishes.

Dirty socks.

Dusty Shoes.

Toys. Toys. Toys.

and Library books.

Everywhere.

Can you imagine it?

So on Friday I reasoned:

Less in the house has got to mean less of an explosion.

I went through our closets pulling the clothes that never really get worn,

but land on the floor anyway.

I boxed the toys that don't get played with,

and saved them for Christmas morning.

I emptied our big blue bins in the closet

and purged the excess... (heavens!)

But the results have been delightful.

It feels lighter... more airy.

Less complicated, more simple.

At the school across the street, they have the classic plastic playground,

and then they have this slide.

Based on the height and width,

it's from some time and place where safety was not really a big fuss.

It's not dangerous... but it's not your rubber coated playground either.

It's simple, and it's a favorite with the pirates.

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As things finally cool off here, I'm noticing a trend.

We're moving towards simple...

and I'm really liking it.

Fits right in with the barefeet.