I bought Jordan Zevon's debut on iTunes when it came out Tuesday. I didn't preview it and hadn't read any reviews, but I liked his cover of his father's "Studebaker" on the tribute album.
I figured it was the least I could do for Warren. As a parent with adult children, I like to think they'll be others looking after them when I'm gone.
It was a pleasant surprise to find the "album" is very good. More produced, poppy and playful than his father, but a distinct writing voice and clear comfort in playing with words.
It's been an ironic soundtrack for a week crowded with the issues of being the bologna of the sandwich generation.
My father is mobile, but his health hs been an increasing concern for several years. My mother has been in critical condition for almost two weeks now.
One daughter is getting married in a few weeks, the other is making choices for which she can't face her family. After years of guiding, directing and sometimes scolding... it's brutal to stand on the sidelines and force yourself to accept that the choices are hers alone.
I'm a baby boomer, the bully generation which has always had it our way. How can I be so ineffectual?
I can neither take credit for the joy of the coming wedding or blame for her sister's choices.
I made a poster with labelled photos of my father, brothers, our spouses and our children for the wall at t foot of my mother's bed. The nurses use it as a visual aid to keep their one-sided conversations going during dialysis and other longer bedside treatments. Other than hanging out, and lightly holding a hand that is too tender for any type of pressure or stroking, that's pretty much all I can do there.
You do what you can and wish it was more.



Copyright 2008 Judi Griggs