By the end of 1981, I was in trouble with my personal life and the country was in trouble with Jimmy Carter's 4 years. 1981 so the start of the recovery for both.
I'm happy to report that mine lasted longer than the country's did - it has seriously fallen off the wagon now! (Just a little politics along the way).
Dick and I bought our first motorhome this year and made one trip back to Florida early in the year, but in May, through the efforts of Dick, our doctor and the Fresno County Alcoholism Council, I ended up at Beacon House in Pacific Grove for three weeks. The three weeks that changed my life - where after about ten days I ended up on my knees giving my life and my will to God. Let Go Let God (AA slogan). Back home in Fresno, it was three to five meetings a week, but slowly but surely the pieces started to fall together, and onion peeled one layer at a time.
Dick and I started going out to breakfast together everyday and we would talk. I would share the program and it started our day off right. Thirty years and we have kept that tradition up consistently until this year, when finances have forced it back some.
I don't know what prompted he and I to move again - maybe just our restless spirits which is very much a part of us - or maybe we both were tempted with the idea of everything in that year being new and different.
But on the way up to the Labor Day weekend get together at Bill and Frances' in Oakhurst, we stopped by Yosemite Lakes Park, just to see what it was all about. This was on a Saturday, Monday we went back up, met with a realtor, looked at houses and bought our house on the hill.
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