Of Houses and Fathers

I spent most of the day with my Dad looking at houses. I do this to humor him because he still regards my life as broken and so he wants to fix it. I don't regard my life as broken in the same way he does. He thinks that I ought to work more so that I can get a big house and have financial security. The idea of working more, say working as hard as if I had a second job fixing up a house, just to move out into another one is rather off putting. I'd rather keep living in an apartment and wait for a house I'd want to move into and keep.

Does that make sense? I'm seeing it as undesirable to work harder for just more money, but desirable to get a house I intend to keep fixed up the way I want. I'm unhappy with my life, but I am not unhappy enough to do radical amounts of work to change it.

A Bit of Clarification
What my Dad was suggesting was that we buy this house in south Aurora and fix it up and sell it in two or three years. Make $50,000 profit on it and move on to another house and possibly doing the same thing until I could afford my dream house. I really don't want to be doing that. If I were to be involved in a massive fix up project for years I'd want it to be my own home and I would not care if the house was small or something. I'm not looking for the same thing my dad does, which is some sort of huge monster house.

Reverse Rivers and Other Natural Laws

A story for my friend enginoshouzoku because she felt blue.

If you turn and look quick (because otherwise it is dangerous) when crossing the Broadway Bridge over Cherry Creek you may briefly see a truly fascinating sight. North of this point the Creek actually runs uphill towards downtown Denver. Most of the time the human mind refuses to register this fact on a conscious level and so only by looking quickly from a few bridges can the western water phenomenon be seen.

It is a well-known axiom that in the West water flows uphill towards money. What most people don't realize is this phenomenon can occasionally happen outside the controlled conditions in a water system and result in astonishing natural events such as uphill streams and even the occasional mass relocation of water.

Until the arrival of the white man in the region there was not anything like the concentrated masses of M-1, the money supply, needed to displace large masses of water. So the creek flowed downhill to the Platte as it had for centuries uncounted. Soon after the discovery of Gold enough was refined into true money that a great tragedy resulted from its accumulation in Denver. In 1864 the creek jumped its banks and began wandering towards the human banks.

It was an startling seeing weathy miners wading through the flood with small hills of water around them. But the force has its limits and as the residents fled with their money the water was forced to once again to resume its previous course. Though some nervous residents suggested that lead weights be installed to prevent the sleepy creek from rising again.

But nothing terribly organized was done for years and several more floods struck Denver. Indeed until the administration of Mayor Speer no one had even realized that the junk choked was ascending slightly as it passed Broadway. This caused the city to realize it had a major problem. To help the Mayor cleaned up the creek and tried to attract more wealthy business to the area to somewhat counterbalance the pull of the downtown area.

More importantly he had a number of devices involving spinning lead and silver flywheels, and not buttered cats as some have suggested, placed inside his flood control walls. Along with several dams to control flash flooding we no longer have to worry about the Creek or even the River jumping its banks seeking people will large bankrolls.