The trip to the UK provided a number of things which challenged me to view as things over which I had no control, and therefore had to accept their results without judgement. For instance, the trial resulting from the auto-mobile accident concluded with the jury returning a verdict of ‘not guilty’ for the individual charged. Knowing neither the exact wording of the charge nor any evidence or argumentative points raised when I was not actually in the court room, one can do nothing but accept that the conclusion was the just and universally acceptable one in the view of those in the best position to make that judgement. So goes life.

A second lesson in this was the Federal Election whilst in the Mother Country. The Canadian people participated in the typical democratic franchise method and returned the Conservative Party of Canada to the Lower House of Parliament to a minority government with a larger block of seats than was theirs previously. I was surprised, and yet, there it was. Again, better to accept than comprehend the ‘why?’ of the matter. We had a Provincial Election on Tuesday, complete with a referendum which, if passed, would have changed the process to a Single Transferable Vote method similar to that of Ireland or New Zealand. Again, results were not as I had both anticipated and hoped would be the case. Ah-well.

The third lesson from last autumn’s trip about how to accept that which one cannot change involved the publishing company Humdrumming, Ltd. At the time of the trip I was the titular Acting President and C.E.O. of the company, even though not being a resident of Her Majesty’s ‘green and pleasant land’ of England (which is odd, given the company was specifically registered in England and Wales). Less than a month following my return to the outer colonies, I was no longer in any way connected with the company for which I had pushed myself to the outer limits of success during almost the entire previous three years without a single cent of remuneration.

While I was entirely dedicated to the blossoming of the firm, and approached it as a corporate entity in both policy and procedure. Books should be got to both paying customers and people reviewing books promptly and without delay, and dealers who had taken delivery of books would either promptly pay or be hounded until they did so. My 100% assignment of waking hours to this effort was increasingly not shared by others, with the eventual result that the company was in a position of insolvency and the decision was to declare this officially to the world, effectively ‘lock the shop doors’ until things had got sorted out, and then see where things stood. Because I tried for the foregoing six months to ensure that state was avoided, yet was foiled in that attempt; and to declare such a state is tantamount to shoving a big sign out on the roof saying “Person in Charge Has No Clue; Apply Within as Replacement if Interested”, if not at least saying you’ve lost track of where you are and are so lost you can’t keep going and sort things at the same time. In the world of Big Corporate Business, ‘re-organization’ is another way of saying “the person in charge is out the door”, as in the case of President Obama telling the C.E.O. of GM to step down a few moths ago.

Any of those matters were enough to justify my resignation from the firm, and all of them together left me no choice but to leave, swallowing a good three-to-five thousand dollars of non-compensated expenses in the process.

So… whither the Colonial now?

Back to the fray, it seems. Yes, why leave well enough alone when one can continue the inane concept that it’s possible to make money at this publishing game. More tomorrow that’s more official…!

My first full day in London. A late start doesn’t diminish the number of things conquered: a Royal Mail filth-mouth, election results, a surprise meeting, and a wonderful dinner. Huzzah!