The children's building that Sissy's in is kinda drab. Let me restate. It's institutional-like, as it should be. The children shouldn't get comfortable being there or it won't be worth their while to follow their treatment plan and get better enough to go home. I can just imagine an RTC full of RADishes saying to themselves, "well gosh, I don't have to deal with relationship, I'm fed at exactly the same times every day, I have only to follow some rules AND all of my lovely things are here with me ... why go home?"
The RTCs would stay full forever! lol
But it is a bit gloomy, especially with Christmas fast approaching. Plus, as I sit here with mountains of Christmas stuff around me, I have extra. Let me restate. I have copious amounts of stupid, hideous Christmas decorations. I can spare a few. I have to go there tomorrow anyway for therapy (right, TALK therapy - lmao - THAT's going to be useful...*snort*) so I called her building. "Can I bring some decorations?"
Over the phone the building manager and I discussed what I have and what is NOT permissable. He was imagining what damage these items might do to another patient or the facility when lobbed in anger by a frustrated patient. Or worse, how the items might be broken down into their smaller parts so they might be used as weapons for either personal harm or harm to others.
There wasn't much left to bring. As in, nothing.
So I said, "What about snowflakes?"
He skeptically said, "What are they made of?" I imagined his raised eyebrow as he considered my suggestion with hestitation.
"Paper and glitter?" I offered.
So, en masse, I am assembling pretty snowflakes, enough to adorn the common areas of the building. Some cheer and, my modus operandi accomplished - some of ME in Sissy's daily line of sight. She won't be able to forget about me or pretend I'm not a part of her life when she sees the snowflakes hanging everywhere she goes.
Cheeky, ain't I? I'll post piccies later.