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Monologue Mania Day # 1738-1739-1740-1741 Thanksgiving Collection by Janet S. Tiger (c) Nov. 19-20-21, 22, 2018
(not exactly a monologue- but definitely by Janet S. Tiger)
On this Thanksgiving, I want to thank everyone reading this blog for your support, comments and sharing.
You may have noticed a gap the last few days.
A few glitches in the computer world have made it impossible to post since Nov. 18th - and so I have been working on a one-act that I will be putting up soon. (If the Internet shines its light on me!)
In lieu of the regular posts, I am re-posting several |Thanksgiving pieces that I have run over the last few years. For those familiar with these pieces, thank you for understanding. For those new to the blog - hope you like them!
I am truly thankful for the chance to share my work - and thankful for the health to continue, the love of family and friends, and the many blessings I have and enjoy every day.
This is usually where I put in my - turns to leave, stops, looks back - but today, I stay write where I am! Many thanks to all! And to all a great turkey day!
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Below - the Thanksgiving Collection
Stuffed Day # 288
Paws to Say Thanks Day # 1015
Every Day # 1016
The Sniffing of the Turkey Day # 1024
Giving Thanks Day#287 (Just did this one on Nov. 15th so it's last now!)
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Monologue Mania Day # 288 Stuffed (for Thanksgiving) by Janet S. Tiger (c) Nov. 27, 2014
Wishing all a wonderful Thanksgiving - hope you're not TOO.....
Wishing all a wonderful Thanksgiving - hope you're not TOO.....
Stuffed
A monologue by Janet S. Tiger © all rights reserved
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(A person rolls onstage. They take a balloon and start blowing it up. It is starting to get full. The person stops for a moment.)
Stuffed.
(They puff in some more air.)
Stuffed. Stuffed. Stuffed.
(The balloon is getting big)
More turkey. More stuffed.
(A person rolls onstage. They take a balloon and start blowing it up. It is starting to get full. The person stops for a moment.)
Stuffed.
(They puff in some more air.)
Stuffed. Stuffed. Stuffed.
(The balloon is getting big)
More turkey. More stuffed.
(The person is now groaning as the balloon is very large.)
More mashed potatoes. More gravy. More salad. Not too much salad, takes up room. More string bean casserole.......
(The person is rubbing their belly)
Mmmmm. Very, very stuffed.....
(The balloon is now enormous and .......pops! The person lies there for a moment, then gets up, starts to walk off, stops, looks back.)
I think I'm ready for another piece of pie......
(The person exits, smiling, groaning rubbing belly.)
Mmmm. I love Thanksgiving!
(Lights down. The end of a wonderful day of .....stuffing.)
More mashed potatoes. More gravy. More salad. Not too much salad, takes up room. More string bean casserole.......
(The person is rubbing their belly)
Mmmmm. Very, very stuffed.....
(The balloon is now enormous and .......pops! The person lies there for a moment, then gets up, starts to walk off, stops, looks back.)
I think I'm ready for another piece of pie......
(The person exits, smiling, groaning rubbing belly.)
Mmmm. I love Thanksgiving!
(Lights down. The end of a wonderful day of .....stuffing.)
Monologue Mania Day #1015 Paws to Say Thanks by Janet S. Tiger (c) Nov. 23, 2016
Paws to Say Thanks
A monologue by Janet S. Tiger © all rights reserved
(A dog emerges with a napkin around the neck.)
Ruff! Ruff! Thank you, now that I have your undivided attention, I want to let everyone know my words will be few. That's of course, because I'm a dog, and have a limited vocabulary.
This is a holiday about thanks - and I wanted everyone to notice that this is one of the few holidays, nay, the ONLY holiday in the year, which does not rely on gifts....did you ever notice that? Yes, my friends of all numbers of legs, no presents are required on this day.....only your....PRESENCE...get it? P-R-E-S-E-N-C-E! Pretty good for a dog, huh?
But you know I'm right, on Thanksgiving, you just show up and be thankful for all your blessings - for the friends and family that make life worthwhile - like all of you right here!
(Stands on hind legs and waves paws at the audience, bows, then starts to bounce off, stops, looks back, smiling)
.......And.....now.......let's eat!
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For my family and friends - and that includes the non-human ones, too! - thank you for reading and commenting and please know that every day I am grateful to have you all in my life !
Hope everyone has a wonderful Thanksgiving!
Monologue Mania Day #1016 Every by Janet S. Tiger (c) Nov. 24, 2016
Every
A monologue by Janet S. Tiger © all rights reserved
Every day in the summer we went to the beach, every month we took a nature walk, every year we went to Thanksgiving dinner with my mother treating so no one had to work all day.
Every.
Every morning I make my husband's breakfast because he can't see as well anymore since the stroke. I get the tea ready and then I prepare his eggs just in case I'm not there when he gets up.
Every day I take care of many things for many people and what I am not taking care of I am worrying about so....perhaps you could say I worry every minute of every day. But that would sound very depressing so I won't say.
Every second of every day I am grateful. I am grateful to be alive - grateful to those who helped me stay alive, and thankful for the chance to be grateful.
I am grateful now for every second I received my entire life on this, the last day of my 60th year - I am grateful that tomorrow I will be 61.
I am grateful for my friends and family. My family by and large are my friends and my friends have become my family too so I am doubly blessed. I have two beautiful children who are good people - smart, generous, good at heart. I have been blessed with so much and I am so very grateful for my health - the sunshine I get to see everyday -or the rain -both are beautiful in their own day.
This has been an amazing year - I get to write and it will be produced, every moment is a gift -every one is a gift - every gift a blessing.
Thank you God for letting me come to this season. My mother and father - thank you -are still with us in pretty good shape for their ages. My husband, after the stroke, is much better and everyday is also a blessing. My brother and my sister and her husband are all near, and that too is a blessing - and all their connections are mine, too, related by marriage and by friendship and by love.
Thank you God for giving me such bounty and on this day it is a special thing - but for me it is every minute ofevery day that I say thank you.
Amen.
And thank you for this wonderful device and every person who invented it or developed it and produced it in faraway countries because I was able to walk in the sunshine and write this today. And I do not have to print anything on a piece of dead tree because all trees are my friends........
And now let's eat!!
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Monologue Mania Day #1024 The Sniffing of the Turkey by Janet S. Tiger (c) Dec. 2, 2016
The Sniffing of the Turkey
The Sniffing of the Turkey
by Janet S. Tiger
© all rights reserved
tigerteam1@gmail.com
tigerteam1@gmail.com
(Young man enters, carrying a roasting pan, he puts his nose close and sniffs loudly)
My mother would ask who wanted to sniff the turkey.
That was the signal that Thanksgiving was about to begin.
And Thanksgiving began with a sniff.
The turkey had been got through some finagling of my father, so we never knew where exactly it had come from, but my mother always had doubts, even when the wrapper said 'Von's' or 'Ralph's' because the first year they had been married, he had brought home the famous.... 'smelly' turkey.
My Dad was like, you know, kind of a crazy guy, and he had some wild friends, and one of 'em was always selling stuff that well, the way they put it was....it fell off a truck. This musta been some bigass truck, cause a lotta stuff fell off it over the years!
He had bought some things for their first apartment, a table, couch, stuff like that, and then it was Thanksgiving, and he got a turkey off one of his buddies, and when he brung it home to my Mom, she was like, 'what's that smell?' and my Dad goes, 'this is a fresh turkey right from the farm, and that's what farms smell like.' So my Mom opens the bag, and she almost passes out, and they had this big old fight and then she hit him with the giblets or somethin' like that and some of it got in his eye and he got an infection, and it cost them all the extra money they had saved for Christmas gifts and the whole point of the story was, always take a sniff of the turkey....especially before you hit someone with it!
So ...every Thanksgiving after that, when my Mom would get the turkey, frozen, a few days before the big day, she'd leave it out overnight, then put it in the fridge, and then, on Thanksgiving, she would open the bag.......and take a sniff. But to be sure, she'd have the rest of us sniff it, too.....and this became, like, the weirdest family tradition I have ever heard of......ever.
(He turns to leave, stops, looks back)
But one thing we were always thankful for - nobody ever got food poisoning from our turkey!
(He lifts the pan high)
Come on! Let's eat!
(He exits to more strange Thanksgiving memories)
My mother would ask who wanted to sniff the turkey.
That was the signal that Thanksgiving was about to begin.
And Thanksgiving began with a sniff.
The turkey had been got through some finagling of my father, so we never knew where exactly it had come from, but my mother always had doubts, even when the wrapper said 'Von's' or 'Ralph's' because the first year they had been married, he had brought home the famous.... 'smelly' turkey.
My Dad was like, you know, kind of a crazy guy, and he had some wild friends, and one of 'em was always selling stuff that well, the way they put it was....it fell off a truck. This musta been some bigass truck, cause a lotta stuff fell off it over the years!
He had bought some things for their first apartment, a table, couch, stuff like that, and then it was Thanksgiving, and he got a turkey off one of his buddies, and when he brung it home to my Mom, she was like, 'what's that smell?' and my Dad goes, 'this is a fresh turkey right from the farm, and that's what farms smell like.' So my Mom opens the bag, and she almost passes out, and they had this big old fight and then she hit him with the giblets or somethin' like that and some of it got in his eye and he got an infection, and it cost them all the extra money they had saved for Christmas gifts and the whole point of the story was, always take a sniff of the turkey....especially before you hit someone with it!
So ...every Thanksgiving after that, when my Mom would get the turkey, frozen, a few days before the big day, she'd leave it out overnight, then put it in the fridge, and then, on Thanksgiving, she would open the bag.......and take a sniff. But to be sure, she'd have the rest of us sniff it, too.....and this became, like, the weirdest family tradition I have ever heard of......ever.
(He turns to leave, stops, looks back)
But one thing we were always thankful for - nobody ever got food poisoning from our turkey!
(He lifts the pan high)
Come on! Let's eat!
(He exits to more strange Thanksgiving memories)
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Day #287 by Janet S. Tiger Giving Thanks Nov. 26, 2014
Giving Thanks
(from Book of Teas)
A monologue by Janet S. Tiger © all rights reserved
A monologue by Janet S. Tiger © all rights reserved
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(He exits. End of scene)
(This is T's Daddy, who is a big man, full of life and he is shaking his head at T. He has a deep Southern accent, too.)
Can you hear me?
(He nods at T)
(He kneels down next to her)
So, T, if you can learn how to be thankful for what you have, you will get to live in and enjoy every day of your life, even the ones that don't seem so good.
Luck - everyone has luck! They just can't see it cause most people are blinder than bats. You have luck right now, T, and I bet you don't see it.'
Here you are, complainin about (imitates his daughter) Bertie made me my least favorite breakfast, corn muffins! They stick in my throat and make me cough for HOURS, Daddy, just hours, and then, when I was walkin to school, I encountered my arch nemasis Carol May Andrews, who had a new dress and was very mean to me........'
(He pretends to cry)
'And then there was school!'
(He stops and leans close in to T.)
Can you see me, T?
(He listens)
(He listens)
Can you hear me?
(He nods at T)
Good, that means your brain is workin', too. Three lucky things and you are not even aware of them.
(He watches her think on this)
(Kinder) Most people don't realize that the only real luck on this earth is the fact we are given today.
(He watches her think on this)
(Kinder) Most people don't realize that the only real luck on this earth is the fact we are given today.
Today! Today is your lucky day. No matter what happens to you today, it is better by far than any day for the people in the cemetery over by the edge of town. They have no more luck. Their luck has run out. You, on the other hand, have the luck of today, being able to see the sunshine, and hear the crickets, and enjoy being miserable if you so desire. You have choices, my lovely daughter, and that, that is what luck is.
Most people have no idea how very lucky they are, how much they have to be thankful for! They complain bitterly and moan about things that others would be happy to have to complain about!
You may not understand this now, but watch, and listen. When our dear neighbor, Mz Gautier talks with your mother about how her new car is not the color she ordered, I want you to watch the eyes of the servants around her - look at ol' Edward, the man who drives that new ugly yellow car. Do you think he would give just about anything to have that ugly car for his family? Of course he would, but he can't afford it now, because his daughter is sick, and the money he saved has to go to fix her problem.
And he listens to Mz. Gautier complain, and maybe some days, if he's lucky, he realizes that Mz. Gautier does not have a sick daughter - she has no children at all to worryabout. So he is lucky to have a child to worry about. Thankful he has a child at all. So no matter how bad a day he has, it can never be as bad as the day Mz. Gautier has.......and that's how he can keep goin.
And he listens to Mz. Gautier complain, and maybe some days, if he's lucky, he realizes that Mz. Gautier does not have a sick daughter - she has no children at all to worryabout. So he is lucky to have a child to worry about. Thankful he has a child at all. So no matter how bad a day he has, it can never be as bad as the day Mz. Gautier has.......and that's how he can keep goin.
(He kneels down next to her)
So, T, if you can learn how to be thankful for what you have, you will get to live in and enjoy every day of your life, even the ones that don't seem so good.
Luck - everyone has just about as much as they want, only most people don't ever know. It's like they lived in a giant palace, and all they could see were the cracks in the floorboards where they walked.
(Her father turns and walks away, stops and looks back.)
Look at the palace, T, not the cracks. Give thanks and life will be your palace.
(Her father turns and walks away, stops and looks back.)
Look at the palace, T, not the cracks. Give thanks and life will be your palace.
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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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