Pluto is the ruler of my fourth house. I grew up on a disruptive series of Pluto transits, each one effecting my home and especially my father.  Even the “easy” Pluto transits have transformed my living situation in some outrageous way.  

Currently, Pluto is making the first square to a loose stellium of planets in my chart that runs from Libra to Scorpio.  It’s really a 6 planet daisy chain of the Sun, Saturn, Jupiter, Pluto, Mercury and the Moon.  Followed by a brief intermission, then the closing finale staring Venus, the IC and Uranus (That is if I make it that long without burning the Mutha down.)

So, Pluto is square my Sun right now and my house is already falling apart before my eyes.  It started when Albert and I made plans for all the things we would like to fix around the house.  The first being the ugly ass vinyl in the kitchen.  ”And while were at it, let’s install new carpet too. Yeah! Let’s do the whole house.”

What was supposed to be a three day turn around job, turned into three months of BS when the installers peeled back the first layer of vinyl and said “sorry, we don’t work with asbestos.”

Shit on a stick.

Now I know, I should have seen this coming.  I am always aware of Pluto’s position. I watch him like a hawk. But really, I thought this would be the ideal time to start a reno project.  I thought Pluto would be on our side.  I forgot to factor in Saturn, who has been throwing the breaks at every corner.  No Tokyo Drift for You!

Meanwhile, all of our belongings were tetris-ed into the garage so the new floor could go in.  As the delays kept extending, we snuck items back in one at a time and added them haphazardly to the indoor campsite we were living out of.  This is the moment the washer decides is the perfect time to explode and flood the washroom. “That’s fine, I’ll just go to the laundromat until it gets resolved.”

I am trying to stay present and accept things as they come, but underneath I am boiling with rage and frustration.  My anger starts to manifest around my feet in the shower.  I look down and realize the water isn’t draining.  The tub drain is clogged.  The rest of the bathroom suite follows suit like a clogged drain domino rally. The toilet no longer flushes, the sink no longer empties.  This is bullocks.

And then there is a blizzard.  Everything gets put on hold because people in Texas go insane in the snow. For a week, I am trapped in a hollowed out house with backed up plumbing, all the kitchen appliances in the living room, no washer and an 11 month old baby to care for. Oh and rolling blackouts because the power grid is overloaded. I am starting to get dreadlocks again because I cannot run the amount of water it takes to wash hair this long and luxuriant without overflowing the tub. Yes, the Pluto square is to my ruling planet, the Sun and it’s starting to mess with my hair. To a Leo rising, this means things are starting to get serious!

After the snow let up, the installers came back in another attempt to put in our floor.  ”Sorry, more BS.  No Floor for You!”

I get in the shower for my alloted five minutes of hygiene before bed and I start to pray. I often pray in the shower.  I heard somewhere that cleanliness is next to Godliness and I figure I am more likely to be heard in there.  I implore the spirit of the universe to do something, anything.  Get us through this mess.

I step out, wrap myself in a towel and run dripping into the hallway to turn up the heat.  Snap! The heater is broken on the coldest night of the year thus far.  Very fucking funny Universe!

How will our heroine get out of this one? Will things turn around or will the house fall further into disrepair?  And what about her hair!? Is she doomed to bring back the grungy 90′s white girl Rasta look? (Let’s hope not. That’s SOOO Pluto in Sadge.)

Stay tuned for more adventures Deep in the Pluto Square

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