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4 Ways to Potentially Reduce Your Car Insurance Bills

Car insurance is mandatory in most states, so it’s something you’ll have to purchase as a car owner. There are many factors insurance companies consider when deciding how much to charge you to insure a vehicle. Some of them, such as your age, are outside your control. However, there are ways you can influence the others.

Drive an Older or Less Valuable Car

The value of your car is something that impacts car insurance bills. Generally, if your car is newer or perceived as having significant value, your coverage cost increases. That’s because insurers know it’d cost more to replace an older, less valuable car than a new vehicle, or a model that’s very in demand.

If you’re not too proud to get around in a set of wheels that’s not brand new or the flashiest model possible, driving an older, plainer option could help you save money on insurance costs. If you’re in the market for a new car and want to be as sensible as possible about the eventual insurance costs, research to find out which new cars generally cost the least to insure and set your sights on those.

Follow the Rules of the Road

Driving safely isn’t just a practice that could avoid accidents. It could also help you save money on car insurance. If you have a history of speeding tickets, wrecks, or driving under the influence, insurance companies may conclude it’s very risky to extend coverage to you. If you’ve gone a step further to make sure you understand how to drive safely and completed a defensive driving course, that decision could also lower your premium rates.

Describe Your Occupation Accurately

Car insurance applications often ask about your occupation. That’s because insurance companies know certain work requires a lot of time on the road. If your line of work doesn’t make you have to spend a large percentage of a typical day at work in the car, but the opposite could easily be assumed, make sure to clarify.

For example, if you work for a truck driving company but only do administrative work, mention that the majority of your days are spent behind desks, not the wheel of a heavy-duty truck. The more thoroughly you describe your occupation, the less likely it is insurers will make false assumptions that jack up your insurance prices.

Get Insurance From a Local Provider

Although you may feel tempted to go online and purchase insurance on your own, it’s best to do business with a local insurance specialist instead. That representative should have a strong working knowledge of the types of coverage that exist and be well equipped to recommend coverage that suits your car insurance needs and budget.

Also, you may find an insurance company that offers several types of coverage. If you remain a loyal customer to that provider for many years as you purchase numerous kinds of insurance, you may get a discount for coverage.

Clearly, lowering your car insurance rates isn’t impossible. It’s just necessary to be aware of some of the factors above and act accordingly.

So…How Would YOU Replace Obamacare?

Since a certain element in the Body Politick is bound and determined to kill universal health care — at least in the form of the Affordable Care Act — it might behoove our leaders to think about what (if anything) they would put in its place. They evidently haven’t a clue hidden inside their bituminous hearts. So…let’s help them out.

If you asked me, here’s what I’d tell them.

All vaccines will be free, including flu shots.

No one can force you to get yourself or your kids immunized (although schools would retain the right to bar enrollment for kids who haven’t had a basic round of shots). But if you have to be treated for an illness that could be prevented or ameliorated by vaccination, and you cannot prove you have a current vaccination for it, then you should have to pay for the treatment out of pocket. This includes trips to ERs.

ER treatment that’s not a true emergency — like showing up to get free treatment for a strep throat or a cold or anything else that would have been covered if you had ponied up the cash for minimalist coverage: that will be something you have to pay for out of pocket.

All preventive health care: free.

All birth control: free.

Coverage for an elective abortion:  you pay for it out of pocket. An abortion resulting from a medical emergency or severe pathology will be fully covered.

Coverage for Rx drugs: chemotherapy, cardiac disease, kidney disease, multiple sclerosis, and diabetes drugs are included in the basic healthcare package. For most other prescription drugs, you can opt into a special plan, similar to Medicare Part D.

You can’t be blocked from opting in if you’re suddenly diagnosed with something that requires long-term use of drugs.

OTC drugs that have been Big-Brothered off the shelves, such as cough medicines that actually work, are to be returned to the market, so that you don’t have to go to a doctor to treat a bad cough from a cold.

All other coverage would be handled much in the manner of Medicare, partially covered with flat fees, partially funded by taxes. Base hospital coverage would be free , but as with Medicare, more extensive Part B-type coverage would cost a couple hundred bucks a month: $134-$268, depending on your income. Expanded coverage would be available optionally through insurers or the government, but strictly regulated, exactly as Medigap plans are regulated now.

Care for self-inflicted harm from drug use and alcohol abuse: you pay for it. This includes treatment for ODs and injuries incurred in accidents caused by your own drunk driving.

Mental health care, even drying out from alcohol and dope (exclusive of physical disease or injury caused by abuse): covered.

Coverage for the indigent, the unemployable disabled, and the homeless: through expanded Medicare.

How will this be underwritten? With a tax on everyone, including people who are not now working but getting income from dividends or welfare. And a no-exceptions, no-cap tax on the wealthy and the über-wealthy.

If businesses are to continue offering health insurance as a job perk, then the tax exclusion for the benefit can’t be eliminated. Otherwise, Americans will have to resign themselves to paying hundreds more in taxes, as the cost of employer-based plans will be taxable. On the other hand, it may be fairer for everyone, including employees of corporations that can afford to swing health plans, to pay their own share.

Insurance premiums, after all, ARE a kind of tax. They work the same way as a tax works: everyone pays in, for the common good. If everyone in the country is paying in, individual premiums will be lower. And if we’re not ALL paying for stupidity (drug use, alcohol use, refusal to vaccinate), then shared costs will be lower.

How would you advise our doughty leaders about replacing the Affordable Care Act?

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Burning Down the House, or How to Cook Bacon

Our most delightful new neighbors, parents of four hopelessly adorable young children, are busy doing battle with insurance companies and contractors to get their home restored after a kitchen fire did some startling damage. Mercifully, only the dad was hurt, and he is recovering nicely.

Dad decided to cook up a skilletful of bacon for the kiddies. He put the pan on the glass-topped stove and wandered off to chase children. He didn’t wander far: only into the family room, which opens into the kitchen — really, the kitchen could be regarded as part of the family room/dining area. The floor plan is pretty open.

Wouldn’t you know it, with no visible flame under the pan, what’s happening with the bacon goes unnoticed until the grease in the pan bursts into flames.

Four kids and a woman in the house, Dad’s testosterone also bursts into flames. He grabs the blazing pan with his bare hands, hauls the thing outside, and heaves it into the pool.

In the process, he blisters his hands pretty mightily.

He’s OK, though, thank God. Today he seems to already be healing up, his fingers wrapped in antiseptic-infused bandages.

Meanwhile… The microwave over the stove MELTED! It literally dripped down like melted wax. The stove itself was trashed, as were the cabinets around it. The firemen punched holes in the drywall searching for fire that might have made its way into the walls. And the whole house is permeated with toxic-smelling smoke fumes.

Sooo… What can we learn from this?

First: In a fire, get everyone out of the house, including yourself. Better that the place should burn to the ground than that anyone be harmed. Don’tpick upa burning pan it’s extremely dangerous.

Second, obviously: GET INSURED AND STAY INSURED, even if you have no mortgage requiring it. Their insurance will cover repairs and replacement of the appliances, walls, cabinetry, countertops, and smoke-damaged goods. This, as you recognize if you’re a home-owner, represents a ton of money.

Third, less obviously: Buy your insurance through a broker, who will run interference for you with claims adjusters. At first, Dad and Mom were a little worried about how they were going to approach their insurer, since a) this is the first house they’ve ever owned and b) this is not their first homeowner’s claim. The previous owner had either let the insurance lapse or, more likely, pocketed the settlement for the roof damage from the late, great hailstorm. As a result, their present company has covered three large claims that resulted from the prior owner’s neglect, including one for reroofing the house. Needless to say, they called their insurer with trepidation.

I put them in touch with my broker, who was able to advise on what they would be entitled to, what they should say and ask for, and what the outcome is likely to be. He knows a lot about the insurance industry and gave them some useful guidance.

Fourth: Learn to cook bacon. More generally: never turn your stove to blow-torch setting under a pan that contains grease or oil in any form.

Aside: How to cook bacon

Bacon does not need to be cooked over high or even medium heat. In fact, it should not be cooked that way.

Lay the bacon slices flat in a skillet. Place the pan on a burner and turn the burner to low heat. Allow the bacon to cook slowly and gently until it reaches the state of done-ness you prefer. Turn the bacon slices over several times during the process.

This takes a while, but if you put the bacon on before you start preparing the rest of the breakfast, it will be cooked by the time you’re ready to serve the food.

Never turn a burner to “high” under a pan of bacon. And do not leave the kitchen while food is cooking on the stove.

Alternatively, you can cook bacon in a microwave. Lay several layers of paper towels on a dinner plate. Arrange bacon slices, flat, on top of the paper towels. Cover with several more layers of paper towels. Cook on “high” for one minute per slice, more or less. Watch carefully. And experiment: the one-minute-per-slice thing is a rough rule of thumb. It works for two to four slices but is less perfect for larger amounts.

Fifth: Always have a container of baking soda within easy reach on the kitchen counter — preferably not too close to the stove. Baking soda is an effective fire extinguisher and can be used safely on grease fires. Just grab a fistful and toss it into the flames.

And item six, IMHO: if you can possibly manage it, get a gas stove. Electric stoves, especially the glass-top numbers, have as their sterling disadvantage that the user can’t see at a glance how hot the burner is — or in some cases, even whether it’s on. You can’t miss a gas burner when it’s on…and you can easily gauge the heat simply by looking at it.

I wouldn’t own a house that doesn’t have gas service. 😉

Whacked!

Quite the little freshet blew in this afternoon. Along about 2 p.m., it got as dark as evening — you’d have thought it was 7 or 8 o’clock at night. Then a heckuva rain and windstorm hit.

Shortly, my neighbor Will e-mailed to report damage in his part of the ’hood: branches on a roof, gate down…  Naturally, after the sun came out the dogs and I had to go out to explore, along with all the other neighbors.

Aleppo pine, detail. Christian Ferrer. Creative Commons.
Aleppo pine, detail. Christian Ferrer. Creative Commons.

Across the road, my neighbors’ young paloverde tree looked like some cosmic hand had reached down out of the sky and smashed it from above. It lost one limb during the last storm, but this one flattened the thing.

On my old street, two blocks to the north, an Aleppo pine, uprooted, crashed to the ground. Fortunately, it fell into the street and not onto the neighbor’s house.

These pine trees, a popular landscaping item forty years ago when our houses were built, grow fast, get huge, and are brittle. If they’re not kept pruned so the wind can blow through, limbs will break off and fall on nearby structures. Or the whole damn thing can fall over.

Back in the Pleistocene, when I was a young society matron, one of our social acquaintances lived in a historic house in a district of old mansions. It was shaded by a historic Aleppo. Come a monsoon one summer, a limb the size of a small tree snapped off the thing and fell on their four-year-old’s bedroom. Luckily, the child wasn’t in the room — if he had been, he would have been seriously injured or killed. Like eucalyptus and cottonwood, it’s not a tree one would like to park next to one’s home.

Amazingly, none of the trees in the forest that surrounds the Funny Farm broke, not even the remaining devil pod tree on the west side. Those things — known in the real world as willow acacia — are also fast-growing, messy, and brittle. The Aleppo is one of the few trees that makes a bigger, even more obnoxious mess than the devil pod.

Guess I need to have that taken out, now that the weather’s cooling. It could be replaced, I think with a desert willow, which is quite a pretty tree and, while not as tall, provides nice shade when it’s mature. And doesn’t fall over in a stiff breeze.

At any rate, these melodramatic storms are coming more often and more violently, presumably thanks to climate change. Probably would be a good idea to remove — or at least tend to — the brittle and the breakable. Make an insurance company happy!

Ga$p! House Drama, Dog Drama

7:00 a.m.: FLY out the door.

Dear friend takes me to breakfast and delivers lovely gifts for Birthday. {love love love}

From there, it’s off to the Vet with a container of edifying dawg pee, and from there a bounce-fest from vendor to vendor to freaking vendor.

Take Harvey to Leslie’s, where he’s usually repaired for free.

Cute (cute, cute, BORN THIRTY YEARS TOO LATE CUTE) tech: “Uhmmmm…  Well, the easiest fix is to buy a new one.”

$450 later, Harvey’s reincarnation is in the back of the car. To be fair (sort of): there’s a $30 in-store rebate and an $100 rip-off mail-in rebate. Meaning the gouge is a mere $320. Plus 10% tax. On the $450.

FLY in the house. Call the insurance broker; explain annoying predicament to his voicemail; point out that as of 4:30 this ayem the house stank so much the schmell woke me out of a semi-sound sleep.

Feed Pup expensive urinary dog food. Dump remains of yesterday’s attempt to cook new Real Food for Cassie into garbage whilst Pup is distracted with inhaling third-rate canned dog food. Decide to try to rescue expensive goddamn pan, even though hope looks forlorn; put same (pan, not hope) to soak in heavily enriched detergent water.

Prepare human food on grill: piece of lamb, asparagus sprinkled with balsamic, lovely little salad, more bourbon and water than is good for anyone.

Sit fanny down in chair.

Instantly get up to answer effing phone: Insurance broker.

Abhorred, is he.

[Graphic Designer has already been abhorred, by e-mail. Sister-in-Sin has already been abhorred, by e-mail. Son has been rendered, as usual, stylishly blasé, by e-mail.)

Insurance broker to look into costs of a) replacing microwave; b) hiring out smoke damage repair; c) replacing $10,000 worth of cabinetry and God only KNOWS how much in counter surfacing. Insurance broker to call back.

Sit back down to try to eat congealing mid-day meal. Add a little more bourbon to depleted bourbon & water.

Instantly get up to answer effing phone: Veterinarian.

Pup’s urine still has blood, although she’s much improved. He wishes to keep Pup on expensive special dog food for at least four more weeks. He suspects the ailment is a function of her runtiness, although there could be a physiological issue, expressed in old-guy language as “vestigial hymen.” Liberated human interprets this as old-guy lingo for “hooded vulva,” but whatEVER. Feel amazingly grateful and worshipful that he took time out of a very busy day to telephone me. He wants to delay another round of antibiotics because he thinks she may outgrow the issue.

Sit back down to magnificent mid-day meal.

Think of STAGGERINGLY GREAT exchange between two future Fire-Rider characters. Drop fork, run for computer, write down notes.

Come back to magnificent mid-day meal.

Think of COOL DIALOGUE after STAGGERINGLY GREAT exchange in novel. Back to computer: write down more notes.

Finish dinner. Realize chicken put to simmer is now cooked. Remove from heat, remove meat from bones. Place in container; refrigerate.

Put surviving pans and dishes into ’shwasher. Turn to “sanitize” (giant spoon for collecting you-no-what from Peeing Pup is in there, after soaking in Intense Detergent for several hours).

Collect Pup. Collect Cassie. Place on Bed.

And it is now time for a siesta. Thank heaven for the Mediterranean Lifestyle, to which I intend to adhere until I fall over dead while blogging at this site at the age of 110.

Hunker down. Instantly get up to answer effing phone: Insurance broker.

He’s sending an estimator over: determine what can be done, whether the fix is simple or whether (gawd forbid) all the cabinetry needs to be ripped out and replace. (Holy Sh!t) He believes this will be covered by homeowner’s.

Hunker down.

Please, God: NO MORE PHONE CALLS!!!!!

Sun City Poverty: Gettin’ Old and Gettin’ Poor

Last night SDXB invited me over for dinner and an outdoor concert at the bandshell in Sun City, where he lives. Uhm, in Sun City, that is…not in the bandshell. 😉

His home is in one of the older sections of Sun City, a term that actually denotes three developments: the original Sun City proper, Sun City West, and the much more recent tracts of Sun City Grand. All of these occupy a vast segment of the West Valley and, as a tax bonanza, have largely been engrossed by a town called Surprise, once a migrant worker settlement but now a suburb of Phoenix.

The original Sun City tract, which Del Webb began to build in the early 1960s, has seen its better days. During the recession, most of the little businesses in the development’s strip malls closed, and to this day many storefronts are empty. Near the bandshell, one strip mall is filled exclusively by second-hand stores. Although I’d heard, some years ago, that poverty is far from unknown in the Sun Cities, I was surprised to see a large food bank as we drove into the more venerable part of town. It occupies a defunct Safeway site and serves 400 people a day. In addition, Sun City hosts five other food pantries.

In the original Sun City proper, 6.48% of residents live in poverty, up from 4.61% in 2000. In Sun City West, where the population is younger and more affluent to start with (houses cost significantly more in Sun City West), the poverty rate 2.7%.

The old section is poorer than the newer tracts in Sun City West and Sun City Grand. This is not surprising: many residents in the original Sun City have been there a long time and now are in advanced old age. As you age your way through retirement, you run out of money. Residents in the newer sections by and large are younger and less likely to have outlived their savings. And the tract houses in the original Sun City are relatively cheap. Some duplexes and garden apartments there are very cheap, indeed, and there’s even a trailer park. So, younger seniors who move into that part of the Sun Cities are probably less affluent to start with.

No doubt the biggest contributor to poverty in Sun City is uninsured infirmity. Medicare does not cover nursing home care. So if one member of a couple has a stroke or comes down with, say, Parkinson’s, MS, Alzheimer’s, or Lou Gehrig’s disease, obtaining care for the person will (not “may”) drain their savings to zero. In SC West the disability rate among poor males is 51.2% (as opposed to 25.9% among local residents not classed as poor and 16.0% among Arizonans in general); among poor women, 49.1% are disabled, vs 22.7 of female residents not “poor” and 19.1% of Arizonans in general. Clearly, with age comes illness; with illness comes poverty.

Only after your savings have been drained and you have divested yourself of most of your property to pay your medical bills are you eligible for Arizona’s version of Medicaid. While my mother was dying in a nursing home, my father met a woman whose husband had been in that dismal, cruel place for TWO YEARS, with no end in sight. He’d had a stroke, was a vegetable, but could not die. Keeping him there to rot away was costing everything they had. By the time he died, she expected, she would be utterly without assets.

Once you’re old, the only way to protect yourself from this fate is to divorce or, if you’re already single, divorced, or widowed, never to marry. If you want to be with a partner, live together in unwedded bliss and keep your assets separate.

To protect his mother’s few remaining dollars and keep her out of the most abject imaginable poverty, SDXB had to arrange to divorce his Roman Catholic parents as his father lay dying, ruinously, after 18 years of Parkinson’s disease. When his mom died, a couple of decades later, she was living in an aging trailer park and had $6,000 to her name — and no, she did not live high off the hog. Never did, during her entire life.

If you’re not approaching your dotage yet, there are a few ways you can protect yourself. But you’ll need to start planning ahead now. Bear in mind that about 40% of elders will spend some time in a nursing home before they die.

Number one is to get yourself some long-term care insurance. Companies are trying to phase out this kind of coverage, and so it probably would be wise to get at least some coverage now, even if you’re under the recommended age of about 50 or 55. The younger you are when you buy this kind of coverage, the lower the premiums are. Conventional wisdom has said you should wait until you reach your 50s to buy long-term care coverage, thereby saving on the costs that would accrue over a lifetime if you bought it at a younger age. However, obviously if long-term care insurance is going away, you would be wise to grab it while the grabbing’s still good.

This is really not an option. The median cost of nursing-home care is $207 a day. That’s upwards of $75,500 a year! At that rate, a long-term infirmity will drive you and your spouse into true penury in a brief period. Even if you die after, say, two years in a home, the cost could consume half or more of the savings intended to support you and your spouse to the end. And costs are rising swiftly.

Second, try to take care of your health. Keep your weight, blood pressure, and blood sugar levels under control as you enter and pass through old age. Don’t smoke, don’t do recreational drugs, and don’t drink to excess. Drive carefully and wear your seatbelts.

Third, have an exit plan. You need a way to finish your life when livable life is over. Actually, you need more than one way:

a) Be sure to have a living will — doesn’t matter how old or young you are — and that you have given powers of attorney to someone who can be trusted to carry out your wishes. Do not rely on a doctor to do this — after my father had a major stroke at the age of 84, his doctor refused to abide by the terms of his living will. Appoint someone who understands with and agrees with your wishes.

b) Quietly prepare yourself to provide your own exit, if need be and if opportunity arises. When there’s really no hope for survival and the future holds only suffering and prolonged infirmity, you may have to find your own way to the door. And you know, you should have those plans in place before the need arises.

It’s a sad thing when people have to contemplate suicide by way of protecting the future of a spouse or an infirm dependent. However, it’s a reality we have to deal with.

As Walter Cronkite used to say, “That’s the way it is…” Monday, October 7, 2013.

This post was included in the October 23 Carnival of Retirement at Mom and Dad Money.