Another Birthday Week – Again – Covid year 2020

Lord, thou knowest better than myself that I am growing older and may soon be called old and yet, my body is still in stride with my 40something mind.

Others have totally convinced me that my age is the new thirty. So, how do I now reconcile the current crop of thirty year olds in this Covid year 2020? Are they mostly now Boomerangers or if you live in the UK Failed Fledglings.

Also Lord, keep me from becoming too talkative in my progressive age, and especially keep me from the unfortunate habit saying something on every subject and at every opportunity –

especially on social media and this blog whom most family and friends have yet to find.

And in this year of our lord 2020 whereby a superior being is culling our large human numbers, on account of our continued assault on Mother Nature; knoweth that I plan on playing till the end, and I plan on being one of those that survives.

But thou knowest, Lord, that till the end I acknowledge that family and friends are more precious as one grows old.

So Lord, grant me the patience to listen to the complaints of others; help me to endure them with charity; and help me to ride my motorcycle with those who are way slower riders than I. This my lord is such an impossible task.

But continue to seal my lips on my own aches and pains — even though I have non; as a result of not watching television commercials that directly market their drugs to me vs the their intended recipients, the Doctors.

I will not ask thee for improved memory for my memory is still great, only for a little more humility and less self-assurance when my own memory doesn’t agree with that of the almighty spouse – the Domesticator or simply Nana Patti.

Teach me the glorious lesson that occasionally I may be wrong- although at times, hard to admit as in a distant time/workforce I fought crime and evil on the federal level and I was always 99% right.

Keep me reasonably gentle for I am far from sainthood — but, I acknowledge that a harsh old person is one of the devil’s masterpieces. 

Make me sympathetic without being sentimental, helpful but not bossy.

Let me discover merits where I had not expected them, and talents in people whom I had not thought to possess any.

And, Lord, give me the grace to tell them so.



― Margot Benary-Isbert

Adopted from “Prayer of an Anonymous Abbess:

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