Heads or Tails #30 (part of a house)

The master builder, Barb, who has built Heads of Tails into a weekly monument of meme technology -- and, no, I don't know what that means either -- has decided to subcontract the construction of this week's model home to Jen. Jen blogs at Tidbits of the Tippets.

Say that ten times fast. G'wan -- I dare ya.

Anyway, this week, our mission, should we decide to accept it, is to focus on a particular part of, or place in, a house. I'm assuming that Barb is assuming that each participant would focus on a part of our own homes. So I won't talk about any of the houses I'm casing just in case I decide to turn from a secret life of blogging to a secret life of crime....

I could stand up in the basement of our old house. I'm not particularly tall -- at my peak, I was a couple of inches beyond six feet. That was before the cares and burdens of the world began to erode me -- but I'd still never make it as a jockey, even if I lost 100 lbs.

The point is, though I may have once been taller than a Munchkin, I was not used to having to walk hunched over.

I was not, that is, until we moved to our present home. There is a large duct, coming from the basement furnace, that crosses the path that I must follow to reach the basement refrigerator.

That's where the extra loaves of bread or gallons of milk are stored during the week, or where soup stock is left until required.

This duct of which I am speaking -- note the transition here, I am no longer speaking of the refrigerator -- is mostly round, as ducts of this age and purpose tend to be.

But there is one place -- directly in the center of that aisle leading to the basement refrigerator (here the purpose in introducing the refrigerator into this essay is revealed) -- where the round shape has been flattened.

By my forehead.

I really hate that duct.