Exhibit 1: I am in Sommières, a fantastic spot in the south of France. Doug and I are attending a workshop on language and mind. It is the best type of workshop, with a small group of very smart people doing some serious science, and also cooking and eating together, and enjoying the sunshine and the beautiful town, while staying in a lovely villa.
Exhibit 2: I have done something terrible to my thumb. I do not know what it is or how I did it. But it means that I can’t knit. (Or do anything which entails using two hands.) I brought a knitting project with me – my Falkenberg jacket. I occasionally try to knit a few stitches and give up and stare at it longingly.
Result: Sommières, and the knitting ain’t easy.
(With apologies to Mr. Gershwin; I could not resist the pun. For those few souls who have not heard the song, the line is “Summertime, and the living is easy.” I read somewhere that Summertime is the most covered song in history. Which version is your favorite?)