Dusty... dirty... done.

With a big ol' contingent of hardworking fellow volunteers, we managed to recover from a month or two of library neglect, bring a slew (defined officially as 1500) of books out of their staging area and onto the shelves, and kicked up a lotta book-dust. All in all, a good time.

But as we put books on the shelves, we started to have piles of the great unknown. Those books that defy classification for the un-Dewey indoctrinated... or maybe for anyone. What do you do with a book that's written in two languages, but the name of the second language is never identified and sure doesn't look familiar to anyone around. And does our library really need -- and where should we put -- a copy of The Courtin', a poem by James Russell Lowell illustrated by Winslow Homer. Yes, that Winslow Homer.

In the end, sans internet connection, we ended up with a few boxes that returned from whence they came, awaiting another day of volunteering fun. But any day you add hundreds and hundreds of new picture books to the shelves is a good day in my book.