March 1, 2000: God speaks through Cockatiels
The only image I get is the lack of communication between the program director and me. Urgency his wicked word, “I need! Gotta have! It must be completed by this date!” Miss Addy is so filled with conversation—her eyes light up with so much expression. Songs of joy, lyric less, she still performs. I sit, listen, watch everything patiently and then whistle back to her just to watch her dance. Oh Miss Addy, a true friendship we do share. Thanks for every attempt you make, to help start what easily could have been a horrible day.