10 June 2010 A Poem

Sam: “Mom, I wrote you a poem!”

Me: “Thank you!”

Sam: “Read it! It’s British!”

Me: “Sam, what do you mean here by ‘I rot?’ Did you mean to say ‘I got?'”

Sam: “No. It’s supposed to be ‘rot.'”

Me: “Uhh… what do you mean by that?”

Sam: “Oh, you know, things dying and such. Look how I spelled ‘Mum!’ It’s British!”

Poetic license aside, I think Sam has caught on to our mood of late. No one has died (thankfully) but we are mourning. Just yesterday Linden Lab laid off about 30% of its work force, and announced that they are closing the Brighton office and all of their UK operations.

Yes that’s right. We moved here exactly three months ago today so that AC could work with his team in the Brighton office. That office is slated to close its doors by end of summer. AC is fortunate enough to still have a job, but that job will now be back in San Francisco.

The words of another poet, good old Robbie Burns, have been ringing in my ears all day: “The best-laid schemes o’ mice an ‘men / Gang aft agley.”

I still don’t know what “I rot a cat” means, but I sure do feel like a wee timorous beastie. Not sure what comes next.