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i must remember to call my dad to find out how his "project" is going.
he told me he is planning a metamorphosis. tomorrow he will be wearing his shoes a half size too big. the following day his tie might be an eighth of an inch wider. the day after that, the fringe hair that surrounds his freakishly large head might be teased up just slightly, and the changes will continue.
he claims the success of his metamorphosis hinges upon patience. the individual changes (each so small and incremental) will go un-noticed, but collectively and over time his appearance will change drastically. if timed correctly, the metamorphis will be complete the day he retires. the last day of his working life, he will have blossomed into circus clown. the whole nine yards, big floppy shoes, an extra wide polka dot tie, bright suspenders holding up a pair of hoop waisted pants ending just below his knee caps. i think you get the picture.
i asked him why. he claims he is interested in the sociological response. he has worked at the same office with the same people for over 30 years. many of the people are his best friends and know him better than anyone. he wonders who will be the first to notice. who will be the first to confront him and call him out? will some of the younger employees in the office silently follow his lead thinking it a wise career move? will more and more people car pool with him in a vw beetle? will some one stock the snack vending machines with exploding peanut cans and the office supply cabinet with those gigantic novelty pencils?
i don't buy his sudden interest in sociology and human response behavior. i think there is a secret, maybe even subconscious agenda.
my dad has been fascinated and mesmerized by dancing russian bears his entire life. if russian bears appeared on television, he would gather the family and force us to watch as they balanced on large colorful balls, or lumbered upright in a conga line. we never saw the magic my dad did. we would just sit and watch him watch the bears.
i am certain operation bozo is the first step in a master plan to leave my mother, join a traveling circus and work with the dancing russian bears. i would warn my mother, but i think she may have a plan of her own. i noticed her hair has been geting shorter and she has been drinking tang. are there any shuttle launches scheduled in 2008?