Wednesday, September 20, 2017

Monologue Mania Day # 1315 Apples and Honey by Janet S. Tiger (c) Sept. 20, 2017

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Monologue Mania Day # 1315 Apples and Honey by Janet S. Tiger (c) Sept. 20, 2017                                                                             
                                Apples and Honey
                                A monologue by Janet S. Tiger   © all rights reserved   2014                                                                                       tigerteam1@gmail.com


              (An older man enters pushing a walker.  He slowly goes to a table where he sits down.  He is dressed nicely, tie, suit, but has on no shoes.  As he sits he looks down at his feet.)

I knew I forgot something.

             (He tries to stand, it's hard for him, so he gives up)

Maybe no one will notice.

              (He looks at his watch, then shakes his arm, looks again, shakes his head)

Amazing, fifty thousand different kinds of electric things, and they still can't get here on time.

               (He looks up at the ceiling.)

Well, God, I guess I can talk to you until they get here.   I'm not gonna call anyone because everyone I know is either at the synagogue already, or dead.  So, that leaves you and me.

(Laughs)  I have to say, God, you're a very good listener.  And, unlike my daughter-in-law, you never interrupt.  Whew, I guess I shouldn't complain about them being late.  When they're late, they can't find parking near the temple, so they drop me off and I get to talk with that nice security guard, Brian.  And it's cooler outside than inside, so, forget about my complaint.  Of course, now that I've rescinded my complaint, they'll probably show up in two minutes and find a place in front, and I will be inside, boiling, before I can say, 'apples and honey.'

I kind of feel sorry for you, God, I mean, it's not as if you don't have a lot of troubles anyhow, but this time of year, I imagine, it gets worse.  All the people who don't pay attention to you for most of the year start calling in, and I have never heard that you have a call waiting system, so it's gotta be hectic.

             (He picks up a calendar)

What year is it?  5-7-7-7.......that's a lot of years.......almost sounds like my number.

             (Looks up again)

You know,  we've been talking for a lot of years......it seems like just a minute ago......I was 19, I was still in Montreal, you remember?  Look who I'm talking to, of course YOU remember.  It was not a good Rosh Hashanah that year.  My Uncle Sol, he had just gone into the hospital.  He was in bad shape, a heart attack, and they didn't know if he was gonna pull through.  I loved Sollie, he had raised me after my Daddy had died, so he was the only father I knew.

And I was walking, and it was a late Rosh Hashanah, end of September, already getting cold and I didn't have my coat, so I was shivering on my way to that shul I went to....what was the name?  (Struggles to remember)  Bet Moshe, that was it!  (Happy to remember)  They had a rabbi who could talk forever, but the kiddush after the service had the most amazing kugel!  Mmm, I can still taste it......

But that night, I wasn't thinking about the kugel, I was walking.....the wind was blowing through my sweater......I was cold and miserable,  I didn't even have a cigarette to warm my hands..... and I had lost faith in you, God.  I remember thinking, is there really a God?  Why should I believe in something I'm not sure exists?  And then, I had a brilliant idea.

           (He gets up, reliving the moment)

I was walking down the street, Hutchison, and I was about to get to the corner, and I said, 'if there is a God, if you exist, when I turn this corner, I will see a pack of Craven 'A'cigarettes.......and I held my breath....

          (He takes a deep breath and starts coughing)

Okay, I was younger then......

          (He turns the corner and stares)

And there it was........on the ground.....

          (He leans over, almost falls, but gets the pack and looks at it.)

Amazing!  There is a God!  And he just gave me a free pack of Craven 'A's........and I said those words out loud, and, coming onto the street from the other direction, a woman saw me, a beautiful woman and she looked at me holding those cigarettes and said, 'you know, it's not good to smoke those, my father's a doctor, and he says it's better to smoke Pall Mall'

And that was it, I fell in love right then.  But you know that, God!  In case you forgot, she was going to the same shul - and her mother was the woman baking the delicious kugel.  Unfortunately, her mother was sick that night, so she was bringing the kugel which she had wrapped up - but I could still smell it!

What a remarkable night!

           (He sits down, smiling and very happy, then suddenly sits up straight)

You know, God, I just realized something......maybe you made Hava's mother get sick that night, so I could meet her daughter.

            (He slaps his hand to his forehead)

My aunt couldn't come because she was in the hospital with Sollie, so she sent me with apples, I never thought of it!  We have apples and honey on Rosh Hashanah for a sweet year, and I always called Hava, 'my honey'

Apples and my honey.....all because I wasn't sure you existed!  You do work in mysterious ways!

            (He hears something)

They're here......I have to go put on some shoes and socks, see you in the synagogue.....

           (He turns to go, stops)

And, God, thank you for a good year.....I hope you have another good one.....for the whole world.....L'shanah Tovah........

           (He shuffles off.  The end of a good year, and my best wishes for a Happy, Healthy, Successful Year for all in this upcoming year. L'shanah Tovah Tikatavu)

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First posted  Day # 224  by Janet S. Tiger Apples and Honey Sept. 24, 2014  
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Tuesday, September 19, 2017

Monologue Mania Day # 1314 Signs of the Times by Janet S. Tiger (c) Sept. 19, 2017

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  first   year -  Feb. 13, 2014 - Feb. 12, 2015  second year -  Feb. 13, 2015 - Feb. 12, 2016  third year -  Feb. 13, 2016 -  today!                 
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Monologue Mania Day # 1314 Signs of the Times by Janet S. Tiger (c) Sept. 19, 2017 

       Not sure where this will go, but it will be part of something bigger.



                                           Signs of the Times                                                              
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       (This is a man but not so young.  He is strong, and he knows it, folds his arms as he looks around, inspecting the wall.  He has a strong Brooklyn accent)

Ya got a good wall here for a sign.  Sturdy, good places to nail, good angles to view, and a great location.  They say real estate is location, location, location, but ya know, that's even more true about signs.  If ya got a sign in a closet, no good.

         (Listens, nods)

Yeah, you seen my work all over this borough, especially Fulton and Atlantic, all over Schenectady, that's my work!  You can see it for miles!

I learned makin' signs from my old man, I like to do it.....yeah, I do those fancy signs, my kids do those with the electronics.....that's not for me.  Sign of the times, they say, well, my signs are the sign of the times!  Paint, that's my way, still, it will be till the day I die - ain't never gonna retire!

       (Listens)

Yeah, I imagine you're right, because my dad told me his dad told him......all the way back, our family was the first sign painters in the Garden of Eden......Sure, we answered to the big guy, God.....

         (Turns to leave, stops, looks back, smiles, imitates a big sign)

Don't eat the apples!

          (Lights down, end of scene)
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Monday, September 18, 2017

Monologue Mania Day # 1313 The Crying Part by Janet S. Tiger (c) Sept. 18, 2017

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Monologue Mania Day # 1313 The Crying Part by Janet S. Tiger (c) Sept. 18, 2017 

For those who noted this is Day # 1313 and have an interest in the idea of lucky days, I did a monologue on Day # 639  called  Lucky Day


                                  The Crying Part

                                         
                              by Janet S. Tiger  (c) 2017 all rights reserved     
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        (Woman in her seventies enters, sits and stares for a moment)
  
Okay, doc, what do you wanna talk about?

Whatever I want?  Okay, here's a question for ya.


Are tears wasted?

I want to cry, but do not wanna waste my tears.  Hate waste.  My mother was a Depression baby, taught me well. Save everything that can be used, if it can't be used, I throw it out.  

That's why I never liked cryin' ......thought it was a waste of time.  Eyes get puffy, nose gets red, then you can't breathe through the nose, and great gobs of sinus crap drip out.

         (Stops for a minute, takes a deep breath)

And yet, my friend....is gone.  Not dead.  Not yet.  How long?  Who knows?  She's in good shape for her age, all except her mind.

Used to be, I could call and we'd talk a bit, and she'd be able to follow the conversation, then she'd veer off into who knows where, the monkeys were coming for her, from the Wizard of Oz I think, and she had to get her magic slippers, now where had she put them?

I could sign off then, say goodbye.  Think that maybe tomorrow, she'd be better......a nice dream.

         (Sighs, takes out box of tissues)

Now when I call, the monkeys are having tea with her, and at the tea party, is her mom who's been dead 40 years.  But they have a good time of it.  That's nice.

Maybe I wouldn't mind so much, if ...if I hadn't depended on her for so long.  We grew up together....she lived acrosst the street, and we went to school, and we went on dates together, and got mad at the people we dated and then, the boys we married! and always, we could talk and laugh! About anything mostly.  Does it matter what friends talk about?

Every day, over the fence.  Even though we lived on different streets after we got married, but still, coffee in the morning.  Always.  With the kids when they came, then after the kids grew up.  And now the kids take care of her.....they got her some good help so she don't wander away.  Or leave the stove on, when the coffee's gone.

She was a good friend, always there for me.

Always.  (Deep breath)  I don't like to think that's over.  You see, in life, everyone thinks it's the big things that matter the most, but it ain't really.  Those big events, like graduation, and marriage and birth and.... death..... those are one day events.  The rest of the time, that's what matters.  The every day stuff.  Knowing that you have a friend who's gonna listen, and you'll listen to her.  And the days go by, a lot of them, and the big days are like asteroids hitting, but the other days, those are the ones that make up our lives......

       (She takes a tissue and blows her nose loudly)

I guess you're gonna tell me to be grateful for what we had, and just love her....but.... I do that.  I just don't like ..... the crying part......

         (Lights down, end of scene)
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Sunday, September 17, 2017

Monologue Mania Day # 1312 A Lovely Constitutional (for Ben - and Constitution Day) by Janet S. Tiger (c) Sept. 17, 2017

Welcome to Monologue Mania- one new free* monologue a day- -and still going!
  first   year -  Feb. 13, 2014 - Feb. 12, 2015  second year -  Feb. 13, 2015 - Feb. 12, 2016  third year -  Feb. 13, 2016 -  today!                 
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Monologue Mania Day # 1312 A Lovely Constitutional (for Ben) by Janet S. Tiger (c) Sept. 17, 2017 
 

Sept. 17th commemorates the signing of the Constitution - Sept. 17, 1787

Other monologues from this play can be found on Days # 7, 142, 153, 189, 755, 936, 948

                         A Lovely Constitutional
                           (for Ben)
                              by Janet S. Tiger  (c) 2017 all rights reserved     
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       (Benjamin Franklin is tired, and he now stands with difficulty)

By the end of the months forming the constitution, it was very hard for me to take my usual constitutional.  Much as I loved walking through my city, my kidney stone did not like it.  That was not the only pain, however.  On the last day of the convention, there was still a tiny bit of.....

       (Cups his ear, shakes his head sadly)

A tiny bit of.....disagreement.  But I was in pain, and could not give my opinions, so I had my friend James Wilson deliver for me .....it was five paragraphs in length, but the most important was the final-

        (He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath)

"On the whole, Sir, I cannot help expressing a wish, that every member of the Convention who may still have objections to it, would with me on this occasion doubt a little of his own infallibility, and, to make manifest our unanimity, put his name to this Instrument."

       (Opens his eyes, takes out handkerchief and wipes them)

And so they did.  Age has its value sometimes, and as they signed, I knew........there was something greater than any one of us could ever produce, it was a beginning for an amazing experiment in human liberty.

        (He points at a distance)

During the Convention, on the wall, there was a painting of a sun, and I had often ... in the course of the session ... looked at that sun behind the President without being able to tell whether it was rising or setting. But now at length I have the happiness to know it is a rising and not a setting sun.

So today, on Constitution Day, I leave you with this...

        (He unrolls a paper and reads)

We the People of the United States, in Order to form a more perfect Union, establish Justice, insure domestic Tranquility, provide for the common defense, promote the general Welfare, and secure the Blessings of Liberty to ourselves and our Posterity, do ordain and establish this Constitution for the United States of America.

       (Lights dim, end of scene)

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For more info about Constitution Day , please click here
Franklin's major speech please click here
and for more about Franklin's Rising Sun speech at the convention please click here

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Saturday, September 16, 2017

Monologue Mania Day # 1311 Wrong (for Osculation) by Janet S. Tiger (c) Sept. 16, 2017

Welcome to Monologue Mania- one new free* monologue a day- -and still going!
  first   year -  Feb. 13, 2014 - Feb. 12, 2015  second year -  Feb. 13, 2015 - Feb. 12, 2016  third year -  Feb. 13, 2016 -  today!                 
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Monologue Mania Day # 1311 Wrong (for Osculation) by Janet S. Tiger (c) Sept. 16, 2017 
 

This is probably going to be after this monologue Day # 1230
Other scenes from this play are on these days - Days # 308,396, 470, 490, 698, 750, 804, 817,825, 1052, 1060, 1100, 1133, 1146, 1150, 1151, 1153, 1159, 1230  and today's 1311                                             
                           Wrong 
                              by Janet S. Tiger  (c) 2017 all rights reserved     
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   (Ariana has listened to Isaac discuss his views of infinity, shakes her head)

ARIANA -  So you really just like infinity because it's your version of perfect, right?  Think about it, nothing can change your view - because to you, the numbers never change.....

ISAAC -  Not the number, but the possibilities for the numbers....

ARIANA -  You know what I mean!  No room for error, or change, or problems!  You don't like it when everything isn't perfect, well, I've done a little studying, ok, very little, but some of the people you love, well, they aren't perfect.  This Cassini guy from the Saturn fame, I mean you are gonna sit and watch that spacecraft with his name on it, and you will be all teary eyed when it crashes onto Saturn, and you will love those rings it discovered, ok, using math!, but do you know that your buddy Cassini was far from perfect?  That he didn't believe in your namesake...Mr. Isaac Newton's theory of gravity?  Did you know that?

ISAAC -  That would be... Sir Isaac Newton...

ARIANA -  Exactly!  But he thought Isaac's gravity idea didn't hold water....because of some calculations that were....get this....WRONG!  Did that make Newton's gravity wrong?  No! So did that make everything else Cassini did...wrong?  I don't think so.  Life ain't perfect my new friend, please remember that during these next few days......

          (She turns to leave, stops, looks back)

ARIANA - ...and if it was, would it be so much fun?

          (She exits, as he watches her, lights down)
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