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Monologue Mania Day #1113 Clark (from Caregivers Anonymous) by Janet S. Tiger (c) Mar. 1, 2017
Clark
Clark
a monologue from Caregivers Anonymous by
by Janet S. Tiger
(Clark looks at Savannah)
You're a smart young lady. My wife was smart....she could add up a bunch of numbers, like on a receipt without using a pencil even, and she was right every time. She got a degree in mathematics, that's how smart she was. She taught...calculus. (shakes his head) Never could understand calculus, but she would say to me, (imitates her voice) I didn't marry you for your brains, I married you for your big....(smiles).heart.
When I was in the Army, my friends used to ask, how come I got me such a smart woman, I would say, she was smart enough to know I would stick with her.....till the end.
The funny thing is...maybe not so funny.....I know she's still in there, I can tell. Sometimes, when I get mad, that she can't remember simple things, like how to turn on the television, I try to think about what she feels from the inside.....and I stop being so mad.....because I know she's in prison, and I know what prison is about.
After we moved out here, I went to prison, Federal, State, local, until I landed at San Quentin. A black man, prison, right? I was a guard. The military trained me well for dealing with prisoners. I joined the union, moved up, 30 years, a good pension. My wife had a good pension from her school. Time to retire, have a little fun, travel, see the kids. (Lets out a deep breath) It started slow, always does. Couldn't remember simple things, couldn't tutor math anymore, stopped doing the banking stuff, said she didn't understand the computer. Then....well, everybody knows how it goes.
We been married for 45 years, but she only knew who I am for 42 of them.....(hard to think about) I watched people behind bars, locked up for the rest of their lives, and I saw the look, and that's the look I see now with her.....a prisoner....inside of her own skin....
In the Q - that's what we called Quentin - in the Q, when prisoners got beat up real bad, they ended up in what we called vegetable farms - the nurses water the patients, turn 'em over, weed them every so often....but me, I can't do that to my Lena, so I keep her at home, and Ihave help for her, though they sometimes come late....
(The others agree)
And sometimes they don't show up at all!
(The others laugh)
But it's better than farming!
(Lights down)
by Janet S. Tiger
(Clark looks at Savannah)
You're a smart young lady. My wife was smart....she could add up a bunch of numbers, like on a receipt without using a pencil even, and she was right every time. She got a degree in mathematics, that's how smart she was. She taught...calculus. (shakes his head) Never could understand calculus, but she would say to me, (imitates her voice) I didn't marry you for your brains, I married you for your big....(smiles).heart.
When I was in the Army, my friends used to ask, how come I got me such a smart woman, I would say, she was smart enough to know I would stick with her.....till the end.
The funny thing is...maybe not so funny.....I know she's still in there, I can tell. Sometimes, when I get mad, that she can't remember simple things, like how to turn on the television, I try to think about what she feels from the inside.....and I stop being so mad.....because I know she's in prison, and I know what prison is about.
After we moved out here, I went to prison, Federal, State, local, until I landed at San Quentin. A black man, prison, right? I was a guard. The military trained me well for dealing with prisoners. I joined the union, moved up, 30 years, a good pension. My wife had a good pension from her school. Time to retire, have a little fun, travel, see the kids. (Lets out a deep breath) It started slow, always does. Couldn't remember simple things, couldn't tutor math anymore, stopped doing the banking stuff, said she didn't understand the computer. Then....well, everybody knows how it goes.
We been married for 45 years, but she only knew who I am for 42 of them.....(hard to think about) I watched people behind bars, locked up for the rest of their lives, and I saw the look, and that's the look I see now with her.....a prisoner....inside of her own skin....
In the Q - that's what we called Quentin - in the Q, when prisoners got beat up real bad, they ended up in what we called vegetable farms - the nurses water the patients, turn 'em over, weed them every so often....but me, I can't do that to my Lena, so I keep her at home, and Ihave help for her, though they sometimes come late....
(The others agree)
And sometimes they don't show up at all!
(The others laugh)
But it's better than farming!
(Lights down)
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changing yesterday from Jeannie speaking to Clark
Later in script-
When they were going to the moon, there were a lot of....problems.
My wife she worked on computers, in those days, they were bigger than
this whole building!...She actually worked on the last moon landing when
she was a young woman, and she told me the biggest issue, outside of actually
flying to the moon, was a soft landing.
Soft. Not crashing. Not burning. Landing on your
feet.
That's why you came, to figure out....how to land on your feet.
Because caregiving is a daily flight to the moon.
Okay, maybe not as complicated in some ways....but they didn't go
to the moon every day. Every day, every caregiver has to be paying
attention, figuring, firing rockets at just the right moment, giving those
pills and shots, and making sure everything works, watching out for trouble
that we can't predict.....
They stopped going to the moon in 1972 - they only did six moon
landings.
But caregivers, we just keep flying, and here, we are here to make
sure....that when things get too tough.....you have a soft landing.
(Lights down on Clark,
up on Savannah)
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Janet S. Tiger 858-736-6315
CaregiversAnon.org
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* Note: A few words about 'free' - all these monologues are protected under copyright law and are free to read, free to perform and video as long as no money is charged. Once you charge admission or a donation, or include my work in an anthology, you need to contact me for royalty
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Janet S. Tiger 858-736-6315 CaregiversAnon.org
Member Dramatists Guild since 1983
Playwright-in-Residence
Swedenborg Hall 2006-8
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