Gerry has an intenseunnaturalhorrendousunhealthy paralyzing fear of spiders and all things spider-y.
And members of the same family working in the same place can
be a blessing.
These two statements go together . . .
Logan and his mother, Gerry, both worked at the Raymond
She, upstairs: administration.
He, main floor: sales and everything else.
It was a sweet setup.
Most days he would climb the broad, wooden stairway in the
center of the store and lunch with his mom in the upper reaches of the store,
which, as it so happened, were completely open to the lower reaches, allowing
the upper echelons to actually look down upon the lower echelons.
On this particular day, as Logan approached the stairs, he
noticed a large bin had been placed as an endcap to the row of shelves nearest
Anyone ascending – or especially descending – would get a
full view of . . . whatever that bin held.
And that bin held rubber animals.
That would have been okay, except that many of those rubber
animals were spidery in shape. And large in size.
He called the manager over. The conversation went something
like this . . .
Logan: “Ummm . . . you have to move that bin.”
Logan: “Because my mom is up those stairs.” Points. “And she
won’t be able to make it home because she won’t be able to come down those
stairs.” Points again.
Manager (frowning): “What?”
Logan (patiently): “My mom has a paralyzing (see above) fear
of spiders. If she sees this bin with the . . . erm . . . spiders, she won’t be able to walk past it
to leave the store.”
Manager: “What? No. Your mom is the most together person I’ve
A little aside here. Yes. Gerry is the most together person
you will ever meet. She also has a paralyzing fear of spiders. Back to my story
. . .
Logan: Picks up a spider. Holds it for Manager to see. Then
tosses it backwards over his shoulder into the upper reaches of the store.
Pause here for someone to take a large breath . . .
Diane was born and raised on one of the last of the great old Southern Alberta ranches. A way of life that is fast disappearing now. Through her memories and stories, she keeps it alive. And even, at times, accurate . . .