CONFESSIONS OF A MERLOT ADDICT~HOW IS THE BRAIN AFFECTED?

Can Merlot fry your brain?  If more research is needed, I'm contributing.

While many local partisans think I have no heart, it's not true.  I've received and given more love than most.

Today's Facebook post drew some interest:

Jim Barton

6 hrs · 

I just fell in love with a dog, Moca, featured on News Center 23 from the Brownsville shelter. Were it not for my pending trip to Asia, I would adopt Moca tomorrow. I've told myself repeatedly; "no more dogs" after Nena and lost her miniature poodle Deja Vu and I lost my min pin Rocky, but everything would have changed for Moca. . .I just hope he goes to a good home. I would have loved him, nurtured him, taught him about the dangers of trusting Brownsville politicos. . . . . .

Yes, I would have loved the little dog, who, through no fault of his own, is hoteling at the Brownsville shelter.

A pit bull mix?  I don't give a flying fuck. (Excuse me, Nena)

I can't adopt a dog now as I'm leaving for Cebu November 6.  

Yes, I wear my heart on my sleeve and I'm easily emotional.  I cry.

I told you all about Helene, the stage 4 cancer survivor in Arbao, Cebu.  She's doing fine and cancer free, for now.  She can't leave her work as Extension Officer/Forester on Cebu Island so we part as friends.  

My current focus is on Lyn Eirom, the single mom of Athan, commuting from Guiguinto each day to work as Human Resources Director of the Shangri-La Hotel in Makati, a high-end portion of Manila.

Lyn and I communicate daily, despite her long hours rectifying payroll at the $200 per day hotel.  The college graduate earns about two dollars per hour in her high stress job.

It's simply a matter of money and dotting the i's and crossing the t's of bureaucracy I tell Lyn so she and her son can come live with me.

But, what do I know?  I'm addicted to Merlot and not recovering anytime soon.