Irony

Today I spent a couple of hours doing battle against the mold on our windowsills, grown during the rainy season here in its groping sort of way; I was armed with six quarts of bleach, a big steel pot, hot water, dish soap, a scrubby sponge. I spent about the same amount of time today learning how to cultivate oyster mushrooms in our home, carefully cornering away the bag of sawdust and mushroom spawn sent to me by Jam Guy's dad. Kill the fungus! Culture the fungus! Apparently I have ambivalent feelings about fungus. I am sure there is a good metaphor here.