Re-joining the work world -- new address

This is written on a sign hanging in the bathroom of the house i've just moved into.

Rules of the Bathroom
1. No more than 45 persons in the tub at one time.
2. Guests will please refrain from drinking the shampoo.
3. If the tub has a ring, please answer it and take a message.
4. The guest towel will be laundered on the third Thursday of every month.
5. Singing is allowed, but dancing may be your downfall.
6. Please take your rubber ducky with you after your bath.

Looking for something different to do? Drop me a postcard! My new address is: 21 Kenilworth Terrace, Rochester, New York, 14605.

Speaking of Postcards: Emma and Ken, I got your postcard from Sharm el-Sheikh ["we're certified" [divers] you wrote .. hell, I knew that even before you left!] when Susan brought my mail (and Sandy) with her from Amsterdam on Jan. 14. Thanks for remembering me! And Simon B., got your way-cool postcard [of the Buddha's eyes] from your Nepal trip at the same time. Big thanks buddy!

Other mail-related notes: i finished my essay on why i want to go to Heartwood and dropped the application in the mail last week. And Sunday night spoke to a graduate from there for the first time, a woman named Maggie from Minnesota, who positively raved about the place. The first thing she said was that it's built on magical land, and i immediately assumed she was referring to the forested mountains. But she meant in a more literal way: she said, "be careful, after you arrive, what you wish for; you might actually get it, like in a few minutes!" She went on to say that it was one of the best places to study massage in the country, and that she had gotten at least one job offer, in California, as soon as the employer heard where she'd gone to school.

Ever hear of something called Desiderata, a poem that begins Go placidly amid the noise and the haste ... ? A copy of this poem was hanging on Jim Napier's office wall, and i enjoyed re-reading it one day as i was waiting for him to get off the phone. [The full text can be found by clicking on the link which is found near the top of this page.] At the bottom it read, "Found in Old St. Paul's Church, Baltimore, 1692." I was intrigued that anyone living in the 17th century would have advised or admonished anyone to "be yourself" [line 22] and made a note to myself to check into it a bit more the next time i was online.

As it turns out, Desiderata [which is Latin for things to be desired] was actually written by a poet/lawyer from Terre Haute, Indiana named Max Ehrmann [1872 - 1945], who obtained a federal copyright for his poem in 1927. The entire story of the mix-up is nicely explained at the link above.

Oh, i've got more to write, but it's closing time here at the library. I might have to save the rest for next week, but i will log in again to record my new phone number.