Saturday Log – Appendix March 14th, 2026

 

Saturday Log – Appendix
March 14th, 2026

Scholz . Dave and Zeno 

So Walmart was supposed to come between 12 and 2, which is already a time window that tests one’s sense of temporal patience because it’s literally two hours (and yet socially one still manages to build up a sort of psychological expectation around it, which is dumb, but you do it anyway), and of course they didn’t arrive at noon or shortly after, as any rational human might have hoped, but only around 1:30, which counts as technically “on time” if you’re taking their word about the delay they reported at 1:00 (a delayed acknowledgment of a delay—meta-late—adding an extra layer of waiting-while-wondering-what-waiting-really-means).

I was freezing, physically cold but also in this weirdly abstract state of “frozen time” that accompanies any scheduled-but-not-certain event, for about an hour and a half, mostly upstairs because there was literally no point going downstairs to move around or distract myself, and there was that initial half hour pre-noon where I’d already decided—logically, pragmatically, philosophically—not to go anywhere. So the total “waiting experience” ended up being like two hours in structure but actually only an hour and a half of conscious waiting plus thirty minutes I was elsewhere and didn’t even count it, which is, if you want to get pedantic, maybe the most confusingly quantified experience of patience/immobility I’ve had in weeks. Mobility low.

Then they arrived, groceries were unpacked, half an hour has passed since I started, and yet I’m staring at the remaining tasks like some absurdly Sisyphean mountain of plastic, cardboard, and foodstuffs, and here I am documenting this entire process with more energy than I had while physically moving anything at all.