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The End of MyOpera


I got a notice from Opera.  Myopera is ending all services as of March 2014.  I have used that email account, blog, friends, photos, and community for years, almost since it's inception in 2001.  I found it easy to use and learn. It was my introduction to social media. 

I have used myopera email much as others use Yahoo or Gmail-to access my email wherever I have an internet connection.   I liked it because I could arrange my inboxes and filters and the searches were easy. It was a breeze to add email addresses and very clean format.   I must confess, although I have a couple of Gmail addresses and use them, I find it hard to search or find emails in Gmail, impossible to add other email accounts and I cannot arrange my inboxes the way I want. 

I am sad.  I understand why they are doing it.  With Gmail and Yahoo, there really cannot be much of a demand for myopera email.  Facebook took over the social media aspect and Word Press and Blogger have dominated the blogging world.

I am grateful I have had my myopera email. I used my opera account to start my blog this year and I am so glad it was there and so easy to use.  Technology continues to advance faster than I do.  I don't know how I will keep track of my emails on two computers –if I was up-to-date I would know how to link and sync and onward.  But, sadly, I am a Betamax girl in a VHS world.  

Now, I have to figure something else out.  I could go to one computer, move to Gmail, consolidate email accounts, continue to fight the system, or ask for help.  For today, I think I will grieve the loss of the system that has been working like a charm for me and feel grateful that I have 2 more months to find a solution.

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