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Max Plus the British Royal Family



Celeste took some excellent photographs of Max.

Here’s another:



Max has asked me to help him stay organized in this final push month before he graduates from law school, so I’m making myself available as general secretary-slash-amanuensis. I have executive, organizational superpowers; he tends to overthink. (The Hamlet syndrome.)

I tell him, All first drafts are shit. Everything good comes in edit or post-production. Just dew-w-w-w-w-w-w eeeet!

Maybe he listens. I don’t know.

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When I look at Max, I think, Well… you didn’t fuck up everything.

I was a good mother.

I am a good mother.

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It was freezing cold when I went out running yesterday, but run I did with the result that I was so tired when I got home, I could barely keep my eyes open and so fell asleep at the ungodly hour of 8pm.

It’s not uncommon for me to barely be able to keep my eyes open between 6pm and 8pm. If I don’t give in to the fatigue, I get a second wind around 8:30, and I’m up till two or three in the morning.

But last night, I gave in.

And woke up at something like 3am.

In a peculiar mood.

Loss.

Transience.


Was it a dream I’d had that I’d instantly forgotten upon awakening?

Loss. Transience…

I wanted to weep.

Now, loss and transience are things I always think about but usually not in such an emotional way. Because it’s the ultimate paradox, no? The fact that transience is a constant.

Anyway, I was awake; I wasn’t going to go back to sleep. So I ended up sipping whiskey and watching a BBC "documentary" on Netflix, royalist propaganda put together to commemorate QEII’s 90th birthday.

That documentary really did a number on me.

It was so sweet! Cribbed from the miles and miles of celluloid reels the Royals must keep in vaults underneath Buckingham Palace next to the jewels and the Corgi mummies.



Charming home movies! The little princesses, Elizabeth and Margaret Rose, frolicking in the castle gardens. The huge extended family at play! The aunts, the uncles, the cousins, opening crackers round a Christmas table where everybody’s seat has been designated by placard in formal caligraphy. What merry hijinx – look! Cousin Alexandra is switching the seating cards. Look! There’s George VI! (He stuttered, right? I saw it in a movie.) Look! They’re horsing around in fake beards! They’re slipping down a water slide on the royal yacht! They’re just like us except we don’t have Gothic copperplate seating reminders or royal yachts!

I had to keep forcibly reminding myself that the reason why this enchanted life had offered itself to this particular set of people was their ancestors had ruthlessly extorted that possibility from millions of other human beings.

Untold millions had been exploited, swept aside, dehumanized, stripped of their birthrights so that this line of human poodles, no longer even bred for any redeeming qualities, could carry out their charmed lives.

Subtext: They’re having a magical childhood, so you don’t have to!

(It’s a tough job etc.)

This understanding did not make the BBC documentary any less charming, though.

In my next life, I’m going to lobby strongly for a commission as a British Royal.

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( 9 comments — Leave a comment )
thoughtsbykat
Apr. 9th, 2018 02:31 pm (UTC)
You have a good-looking son. I love his smile!

It's nice to see the Royals behaving 'normally'.
mallorys_camera
Apr. 10th, 2018 11:58 am (UTC)
He's a great kid in all respects. :-)
mexpatriot
Apr. 10th, 2018 04:39 am (UTC)
Nothing stays! Always moving!

In my therapy practice, this is a big part. The weird thing is that when you fully accept things just as they are without trying to change or do anything about them, they begin to change.

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I'd like to be an English royal, too! Though they are pretty ugly physically.
mallorys_camera
Apr. 10th, 2018 11:57 am (UTC)


The younger Royals are okay-looking. All that hybrid vigor from breeding partners!
zyzyly
Apr. 11th, 2018 03:04 am (UTC)
My wife's brother believes he is an exiled member of the British royal family. He listens to the BBC for news from home on a shortwave radio I bought him.

Congratulations on raising Max! An congrats to him for finishing school!
lookfar
Apr. 11th, 2018 06:26 pm (UTC)
What a dish he is! Good work on those beautiful genes, Mom.
mallorys_camera
Apr. 12th, 2018 04:29 pm (UTC)
Incredibly smart young man, too. I consider myself lucky that he chose me back in Bardo when he was reviewing prospective Mommy candidates.. :-)
lookfar
Apr. 12th, 2018 07:02 pm (UTC)
My husband's family called that place Waffendaffen, but I don't know it this was specific to their family or some old lore.
mallorys_camera
Apr. 12th, 2018 08:06 pm (UTC)
Waffendaffen!

LOVE it!
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