We all exist due to high levels of cosmic improbability, but she defied astronomical odds on a regular basis. Condoms and birth control didn’t stop her from being conceived. An emergency C-section on a neighbors farm with a rusty hoe brought her into a sub-zero world. She came out with a wide smile on her face. Our mother, on the other hand, did not fare so well.
She was a disaster area when she worked, but nobody got the job done like she did. The short arms she had since birth worked wonders under the car. The quality outweighed the messes she left behind, so James just let her do her thing. The only option really. The universe had the same attitude towards her, it stayed out of the way while Peasblossom did her thing.
“Are you going to eat that?” she asked me, point at my shrink wrapped cupcake. I wondered if the question was a mathematical one. Not asking if I planned on eating it, rather posing to me if I would place my money on me eating the cupcake. A million things with a million to one odds could happen to preventing me from eating it. A mouse swiping it off the table. The sprinklers going off to leave the cake less than appetizing. A meteor wiping out the garage. All the particles shifting in the same direction at the same time resulting in the cupcake flying into the garbage. Anything is possible, but fortune favors those who play the odds…more often than not.
I could tell tall tale stories about her, like she jumped into the grand canyon after a dog and both survived, but there is no need to. The real stories about her life were even more bizarre. I was the witness, the recorder, the one there to watch, observe and take it in. Almost as if I didn’t have a life of my own. Born simply to witness this anomaly. That was fine by me. With all the chaos around her, some would argue the deck was stacked against her. Yet she managed to always walk away. The tornado when she was 20. Hers was the only house hit, and she the only thing that remained intact. She, ready to move anyway, had a majority of her things in storage, and the insurance took care of any worries. That was the beauty of it. She never worried. About anything. Despite carrying out the bad ideas she had, she knew she would beat the odds. But she also knew one day she wouldn’t, and that’s why she always had a smile, as she had gotten this far already.
“No, sis. It’s all yours.” I slide the cupcake across the table where she could reach it with her claw-like hands .That was my luck. The odds I’ve been playing all my life, at least since she was born. Stay close to Peasblossom. Don’t take any chances. Marvel at the way the odds of the are consistently defied. Until they aren’t.