My dad was in many ways an odd man (that's not him in the picture above). We did a lot of walking together, and we talked, though I think he did most of the talking. And one of his oddnesses was that he was absolutely sure he knew things even when he didn’t.
When I started reading “grown up” books he encouraged me read HG Wells’ The Time Machine and The Invisible Man, though I don’t know if he’d read them himself. And he also told me about The History of Mr Polly which he said was a book about a man who grew poisonous mushrooms in his cellar and killed his wife with them. This sounds like a perfectly reasonable premise for a book but it’s not what happens in The History of Mr. Polly, which I only read very recently.
It's possible that he meant a short story by Wells, titled “The Purple Pileus,” about a hapless and unhappily-married shopkeeper named Coombes.
Mr. Coombes was sick of life. He walked away from his unhappy home, and, sick not only of his own existence, but of everybody else’s, turned aside down Gaswork Lane to avoid the town, and, crossing the wooden bridge that goes over the canal to Starling’s Cottages, was presently alone in the damp pinewoods and out of sight and sound of human inhabitation.
In the woods Coombes finds what he thinks are poisonous mushrooms, and eats them in an attempt to kill himself, but he doesn’t die. He’s transformed into a masterful and confident man, and his wife falls in love with him again. So again, not at all as described by dad.
So yes, I’ve been walking again and it does seem that here in Los Angeles we’re still in fungus/mushroom season. These, not especially lovely specimens, are in Culver City:
This is in East Hollywood, fungus thriving as it coexists with a traffic cone:
And when I got home, there was this waiting for me.
Fans of cacti may recognize that that the plant in the pot is a cardon, or “false saguaro,” but what, I hear you say, are those two pale yellowish nubbins down at the bottom of the pot? They are these things:
Arguably this is an indication that I’ve been overwatering my cardon. I've been trying not to, of course, but we know it happens. Anyway, the next day they looked like this:
Using the online “Myokey fungus identifier” it seems they could be one of 150 or so different mushrooms including amanita. So then I did a reverse image search which suggested it might be this:
In fact that’s mochi ice cream, but even so I don’t want to risk eating it.
