I’m pleased when the odds and ends in my refrigerator merge into a handsome dinner.
Currently my mind is full with waiting for my dad’s 23andMe ancestry-only test results. No matter how many times I’ve ridden this sort of testing roller coaster, I am anxious for the results, unreasonably so.
Since Friday I’ve seen “Your results are almost ready!” whenever I check the progress of his test’s processing. Whoever wrote that line does not share my sense of urgency. As Carrie Fisher wrote in Postcards from the Edge, “Instant gratification takes too long.”
Every day “Your results are almost ready!” doesn’t actually become ready, I feel a bit crushed, like a miniature of the deflated hope of each of the eight days I was pregnant past my due date.
It’s not like this test will offer earth-shattering revelations. Like when my mom tested earlier this year, I am so grateful once again that my family has been so supportive of this interest of mine.
Once my dad’s test is done, my results will be phased with both parents, and this, to my knowledge at least, is the most accurate direct-to-consumer geographical ancestry composition result available currently. Through Dad’s results, I will also be able to see his maternal (mtDNA) haplogroup, which is currently a mystery to me.
And now I must check “Your results are almost ready!” again.