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Mar. 5, 2014 Monologue Mania Day # 21
Jumping Through a Hoop
by Janet S. Tiger (c) all rights reserved
(A woman enters a room, she is in her thirties, tired. She is carrying a hula hoop, shaking her head, half sad, half happy.)
I remember when Betty used to play with this! And Martin used to try to figure out how to spin, but he was too little, and all the other kids would laugh at him!
Was that....(thinks).....nine, no...could it be.....ten years ago?
Who woulda thought this would be the last thing here in this house.....which it is.
(She looks around)
Just like when we got here - nothing but walls.
Only, now a different color....(laughs) ...maybe not much different!
(Sighing, remembering) Dennis and I could never agree on what colors to paint these rooms! He wanted blue, I wanted something livelier, more modern, so we comprised with.....off-white, shade 243.......
(Looks up at the ceiling)
So, Dennis, does it matter now? Do you care what color these walls are?
(Shakes her head)
Now I'm talking to the walls again......but you told me that was ok, right Mrs. ....what was her name, that therapist?.......(got it).......Walton! Mrs. Walton!
Boy - is my memory shot! But you would probably say that was normal - what with Dennis dead only ...how many months now?......nine, ten? Will it be a year next month? (Shudders) How did that happen?
(Stops, hard to say)
Losing this place, I guess you'd say it symbolizes all the losses of this last year.
I buried a husband, a parent and now this.
Somehow, I remember you saying - (mimics an older woman) 'dear, losing the house is not a funeral' and I agreed, but......now, actually leaving....that's different......I thought we'd grow old here, Dennis and I....and the kids would visit and I would tell them about how Martin got locked in the attic and we couldn't hear him because of the storm, and how scary it was....but then how we laughed when he came down in the old dumbwaiter! 'Just like a special meal!' Betty said......and Dennis, who was so worried, laughed the hardest......
Everything's for the best, you would say, and tell me that little poem you would have me repeat -
(sing-song) Not to worry, not to fret,
All will be well, just not yet!
So, my big question is - when will it be well?
(Laughs ironically) He survived the war in Iraq and skin cancer - probably from that same war - and he gets hit by some drunk driving kid.......(tries to remember) ..or was the kid high on meth.... Doesn't matter, just as dead either way......dead, dead, dead....
(She picks up the hula hoop, puts her head through, laughs)
When you're a kid, this hoop is so big, and jumping through it....so easy....but then you get older, and the hoop ...which never changes....seems smaller. Harder to jump through......
(Trying to hold herself together) Maybe if I hadn't sent him out tht night to get the milk he forgot....did we really need that milk? And what if I'd gone instead - would that kid have hit me? And if I'd remembered to get milk that day, and not been so mad for forgetting when I asked him....to pick up the milk which I had forgotten!
(She hangs her head, takes another deep breath)
Daddy used to say, (father's voice) 'If 'ifs and ands' were pots and pans.....there'd be no room left for people because there'd be so many pots and pans!'
And I would laugh and say, 'that's not the way it goes, Daddy!'
And he'd say, "That's the way it goes for me, baby......and when it's your turn, make it go for you.....your way'
And he'd say, 'Just be a good soldier, one foot in front of the other...'
Goodbye, hoop, goodbye stoop, goodbye .......house.....
(She looks one last time around the house, looks at the hoop, then steps through the hoop, leaving it on the floor as she exits.)
Janet S. Tiger 858-274-9678
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