The unpassioned.

I haven't written anything in a long time. Part of  the problem is my computer. It died. So, I got a new one. It's a netbook and that is also now part of the problem. My hands don't work that well on a netbook. It's too damn small.

I got a bigger keyboard which has helped but now the screen is a bit far away for my comfort. I got new glasses with no-line bifocals.There was another excuse for not writing.

But, most of all, I am just not interested in much of anything right now and if you write, or claim you are a writer, you know how important passion is.

So.what am I passionate about?

I am passionate about my dog Willie. He has added tons of joy to my life and tons of poop to my neighbor's yard. Just kidding. We bag. I am training him to be a search and rescue dog with a minor in sniffing out human remains. So far, he has done really well. He has found several bums sleeping in the weed near the rail yard and has even caught a guy trying to break into a building down the street. He has some police buddies now.

I am passionate about my politics but I don't say wuch about it. The country is in trouble. I don't think President Obama has done much to correct the part. Governor Romey might or might not. Maybe we are too far gone. Would I give up some of my Social Security check to help turn things around? Will someone on welfare match me? Fair isn't fair unless it's your fair share, right?

I am passionate about the country. We are still under attack. We send billions to people who at a minimum check the "strongly dislike" box when with a choice about the USA. Isreal is going to pull the trigger on our gun. It's just a matter of time.

There are two things that I am really passionate about. Those are the kind of things that make you feel seventeen again and you have a cool car and a half tank of gas. One is storm chasing and they other is a medical side of public service. Yes, I am a medic of sorts and have been first at the scene of around ten accidents where I have been able to use my training and help someone.

Storm chasing? It was a bust this year with the drought. Most of the big boomers that came our way just didn't crack the cap. As a result, there was nothing to chase. No fun.

I have had people--including family and friends--say that I don't know how to train a dog, or how to help people who have been in accidents, or how to spot a developing storm. I also didn't know how to fly, how to write, and at one time, how to breathe.

There seems to be an over-supply of know-it-alls around today who have nothing better to do than tell you that you don't know how to do this or that and they do. Frankly, I know how to trim those folks from my life and move on.

So on we go. There may be a new book coming. There may be a new screenplay coming. There is a new search dog coming. There is help on the way if I am around.

I know this is not very interesting but it is a start back to writing again. That's something I was passionate about at one time and I need to be passionate about again.

Small keyboard or not.