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Hello, again!

Well, that went quickly, didn't it? Here I am at my new site already and the only difference you may see is the change in the URL. Isn't it wonderful when things work like they are supposed to? 


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  1. Wow, I'm impressed my brave blogger friend:)

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  2. impressive! if i tried it, a hopeless quandary would result (looks somewhat like a giraffe with too many thumbs lol)...

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  3. Congratulations on your new site!

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  4. Looks good to me! Way to go with it.

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  5. That was really quick. Do you have more flexibility on this platform...better blogging tools, etc.?

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    1. I'll still be using Blogger to compose but this should give me more "ownership" of the process.

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  6. Congratulations! Looks neat. All the very best.

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  7. I'm so glad it seems to be working out great! I love the look!

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  8. Good for you, Dorothy! How did you manage to do this? :)

    I remember doing it a couple of years ago, but first it went wrong and my whole website didn't work anymore. I was so stressed out lol!

    I still use Blogger to compose, though :)

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    1. I managed to do it by letting my daughter, the IT program manager, do it. She'd been bugging me to let her do it for a while. I would probably never have been able to do it on my own.

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  9. Love the new design! Sometimes I think it is time for me to make this jump also, but then I worry I would somehow lose everything, and that is entirely possible because if I can figure out a way to screw it up, I will!

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