Full Moon in Capricorn

 Capricorn is the sign or order and structure. The sun is currently in Cancer, which generally represents a parent. 

My second oldest son moved in with us seven months ago. I do not charge him or his wife rent. He is remodeling a house that is an hour away. The house has been gutted. There are no walls, floors, kitchen, or bathroom. 

Wednesday afternoon, I started washing sheets and towels. I put them in the dryer. Then I took my husband to an airport 45 minutes away. We got home very late, past bedtime. The washing machine was running when we came home. I didn't see my sheets anywhere, so I thought they were still in the dryer.

At 3 a.m., my son woke me up. He was slamming doors in the laundry room. I got out of bed to ask what he was doing. Trying to get his clothes dry for work. Being half awake, I didn't think to ask about sheets and towels. I just went back to bed. 

Around 7, I got up to start my day. I have lots of clothes to wash. I head to the laundry room. My sheets and towels are still in the dryer. Wet clothes are on top of them. Annoyed, I take out what's dry, then start the dryer again. After a couple of minutes, the dryer makes its little end of cycle chime. Everything is still wet. 

I can't get the dryer to start. The timer counts down, but it doesn't tumble or blow hot air. I try several different settings, none of them work. 

I call the store where I purchased the set. They will not send a repairman because we have already paid for the washer and dryer. My husband gets into an argument with the store manager. I chew my son out via text. He whines. He didn't do anything, his wife put wet clothes on top of dry laundry. He's having a bad day (probably because he didn't have dry clothes to wear.) He doesn't have any food and he won't get a lunch break anyway.

I tell him there's plenty of food in this house, he can grow up and pack his own lunch. He can also stand up to his boss and insist on breaks. And he needs to apologize. 

He doesn't, so I stop texting. This seems to make him more angry. I read model numbers to people over and over. Then I send pictures of the serial number. No one calls back. 

I took the wet clothes out, and lay everything outside on the trampoline to dry. This almost works. There is a storm late in the day. I grab everything up. I put damp things on my son's bed. They discover this late at night when they sneak into the house.

Neither my son nor his wife has spoken to me today. The dryer still doesn't work. No one has called, answered my text, or come to fix the dryer. It's about to storm again. I still have a pile of laundry to do. My daughter has run out of pajamas. 

I cleaned the laundry room. Once my son left for the day, I turned the broom upside down in hopes that he stays gone. Maybe he will go stay with his in-laws. Maybe he'll camp at his house. He's not motivated to work on it. This morning he went fishing. 

My granddaughter has evidently spilled food in the couch cushions because every time I sit on the couch, ants bite me. I have a rule about food staying in the kitchen, but obviously her parents didn't enforce it. I suppose they have as much respect for my couch as they do for my dryer. 

Blessed be, my dears. I'm going to ring my bell, light incense, and petition my house spirits.