Binned, Not Banned

As you may recall, Susan had promised that she would get me four bins sometime during this week. As it turned out she was able to give me three on Saturday; she did not have to go to the storehouse but was cleaning up a storeroom right here on the property and freed out some extra storage. So, I spent the next few days re-arranging my shelves. I thought if I needed that fourth bin, we could get it later.

As it was, I didn’t even fill up one bin. I had, as usual, overestimated what I needed. The shelves are breathing easier and so am I. The ‘extra’ books are binned, not banned, i.e., sold or given away. No, they are ‘salted’ away until such time as I want them. I did make a list of what was put away, and to help me keep track of the list, I’m putting a copy here on the Niche.

 

BINNED BOOKS

The Time/Life Book of Christmas (3 volumes)

The Troll Book

The Sorcerer’s Scrapbook

Dreamquests: The Art of Don Maitz

The Fantastic Art of Boris Vallejo

Life on the Mississippi

In Cold Blood

Preface to the Past … Cabell

Myth, Magic, and Mystery (Illustration)

Brad Strickland ‘John Bellairs’ books (10)

The Book of Ballads and Sagas

The Children’s Homer

The Fellowship (Frank Lloyd Wright)

The Essential Tales of Chekhov

Life with Father

The Thurber Carnival

Scoop (Waugh)

Big Fish

Music for Chameleons

Travels with Charley

The Yearling

The Obesity Code

Mother of Mercy (by Fr. Stan)

The T. Roosevelt Biography Trilogy

 

I noticed that a goodly amount of them are classics from the library bookstore; good books, but ‘washed up on the shore,’ as it were, not exactly chosen. I intend to get to them more fully. Others were selected that I don’t look at very much anymore but would miss if they were gone. I don’t know what would ever prompt me to read the Brad Strickland continuations of Bellairs’ work again; I do know that their absence would nag at the completist in me.

The bin (and the two other unused ones) now rests on the left side of my bed, under the air conditioner. I give these coordinates to perhaps help my mischancy memory later. And so, the decks are cleared for Autumn and my squirrel-soul is satisfied, for the moment. Ready to fill those spaces up again. And maybe those extra bins.