Meanwhile, I am working my way through a pile of instruments -- some I brought, some that reside here and belong to local musicians, to the Academy for Performing Arts, or to Holistic School, which is responsible for bringing us here.
It is a little like the Grimm brothers' Rumpelstiltskin, only instead of spinning a room full of straw into gold, I have to turn a room full of neglected Skylarks into Strads. If I wore sleeves right now, I'd be rolling them up.