Carrots, gospel, delusions of grandeur, etc.

After the Great Bare Boobie Debacle of 2009, I left work early. I felt the need to make carrot soup (excellent recipe, but double all the spices), drink two glasses of wine and sing “Ride on, King Jesus” in my best gospel voice at top volume in my kitchen.

Which is exactly what I did.

RIDE ON, KING JE-SUS!

(I sang)

NO MAN, can a-HINder THEE!
RIDE, KING JE-SUS, RIDE ON
No mannnnn can a-hinder theeeeeee...

(repeat at least seventeen times)

After several rounds of this (including a lively scat version), it occurred to me: I am persevering in the face of adversity, just like Jesus! I am a Christ-like figure!

And that totally made me feel better.

Sometimes it’s important to channel Mahalia Jackson and make the neighbors giggle through the kitchen wall.

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I can't thank you all enough for your sweet words of encouragement. I am so touched to hear from so many people, many of whom came out of the shadows to say hello for the first time.

A million thanks and much love from the little beige cubicle,
P.

P.S. Here is a little Mahalia for you: