Hammer Dulcimer III

It’s here.

I dragged the 4′ x 2′ box up to my apartment, noting that Jo Ellen (the builder) had undercharged me vastly for postage. Iarla O’Lionaird was on the stereo, and the song playing while I unwrapped had a tension of anticipation. My life’s soundtrack is full of synchronicity.

The picture in no way does this instrument justice. It is stunning. She shipped it fully strung, which surprised me. Of course it’s ever so slightly out of tune, and I’ll be venturing out for a tuner today.

Sometimes a thing has power. This thing is full of ominous promise for me.

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