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The Ramblings of Weesatch Joe

Occasionally, I see, hear or read something and it makes me go, "huh..." in a way that I need to reflect and think about what it was that made me go, "huh..." These are essays, poems, short stories, and general ramblings of me thinking, emoting, or arguing the point. I hope there is something in these words that make you also pause and go, "huh....I hadn't thought of that, or thought that way before."

Covid, Aug 11 - Update 2.0

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August 11, 2020

New marketing plan for lousy beers:

Have Covid 19? Drink XYZ Beer! You'll save money and never taste the difference!

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A Hero's Welcome for DDG-109

June 08, 2025

Today, we welcomed home the USS Jason Dunham, DDG-109, and her crew of 300, give or take, after 9 months deployed. It was a scene rich in emotion as other ships blew their horns, tug boats sprayed water arcing into the air, and family members lined the pier cheering, waving, and calling sailors by name. My wife and I were there among the throng. Dressed in everything from dress whites to cut-offs and Tshirts, the crowd waited to welcome our loved ones back to terra firma . For a few moments, as the sailors came by, I was surrounded by heroes. I suspect if you asked them, they would not want that label. "Just doing our job," or some equally nebulous answer was probably repeated more than once. But the Combat Action Ribbons and the black-painted outlines of the enemy weapons - drones and missiles - the ship and her helos shot down all tell a different story. You don't get a CAR for getting a paper cut. You don't paint those outlines on the side of a ship f...

Moving on...literally

July 02, 2025

Last evening, with the "thunk" of the deadbolt, we left the house that we called home for the last eight years. On June 7, 2017, we arrived, fresh from the Houston metro area. I spent the night in the house with our three cats, sleeping on an air mattress and sitting in a folding camp chair. Laura and the kids spent the night in a hotel in Cuero. That night, I wrote one of my first blog posts saying that we were in a new house which had not yet become a home. It did, very quickly, become that very thing: a home. Not just a parsonage - an old term for the church-provided dwelling for the pastor and family - but a home. It was comfortable, quiet, and country. We loved, laughed, cried, cussed. We yelled in anger and whooped with joy. Since we have been married, every home we lived in - apartment or house - we added to the family. It happened there, too: Reese, the Wonder Dog, the Goofball, Super Puppers, she became part of our family. Slightly less significant than a new baby ...

The Place I Like Least

February 25, 2025

There are places that I love. My mom's kitchen, my back porch, my shop, sitting next to my wife, and the church sanctuary are easily in my top ten. Those places fill me with joy, peace, happiness and a sense of, well, being . Maybe a better word is abiding . Abiding comes out of Old English and means waiting, remaining, resting. When I am in those places and with those people, I am content to abide and simply be there. There are also places I don't like. I don't like banks. I don't like chicken coops. I despise with all my being serpentariums - snake houses. I don't much care for oncology units; multiply that times 10 to the 23rd for children's hospitals. Dentist's chairs? No thanks. Oddly enough I don't mind funeral homes or emergency rooms: I have enough pastoral experience that those don't instill the same level of personal dislike they used to. I dislike those for different reasons - they are places where the brokenness of God's creation is ...