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Out & About

My friend and colleague with the talent as an artist has started her own website! Check it out. So far she has just a few images up, but she intends to paint regularly and offer her work online. One of our readers bought her still life of pears when it went online here at FaM. It’s a miniature—6 x 6, I think—and I believe that, at least at the outset, most of what will go up at her site will be 6 x 6 or 5 x 7 canvases.

Evan has a really interesting article—actually, one of several home runs in a row—at My Journey to Millions, suggesting that if you run low on cash, interest charges on the reviled credit card may actually cost you less than a bank overdraft charge.

In the “some people’s kids” department, get a load of this astonishing story from Donna Freedman over at Surviving and Thriving. I thought I had the all-time winning house-sitter story (maybe sometime I’ll tell it to you), but this one may cap mine.

Like Evan, Revanche has posted several interesting pieces at A Gai Shan Life over the past few days. Don’t miss her awesome photos of Chicago, and then scroll up and down to the several posts on either side.

At Out of Debt Again, Mrs. Accountability is bracing for the cold & flu season with a long list of natural remedies. Check out her fun guest post at The Digerati Life, by the way.

Over at Passage des Perles, Duchesse has a wardrobe challenge going. What I’d like to know is this: is it easier for men to restrict their wardrobes than for women to do so? On the face of it, one might imagine so…think of all the men we love who would happily spend the rest of their lives in a pair of shorts, a T-shirt, and a pair of zorries. But even though the suit and tie men wear to work is basically a uniform, one wonders.

Mary at Simply Forties is headed back to visit her hometown after a couple of footloose years. Ogod. While you’re at that site, don’t miss this amazing thing.

There’s SO much more out there. But I’ve gotta get going. Cassie the Corgi is throwing her ball at me, and I’ve got a full, FULL day ahead of me. Why don’t you share your favorite links of the week in the comments?

Busted, Disgusted, and Cain’t Be Trusted…

Welp, my pay statement went online this morning. Thanks to PeopleSoft’s accursed lagging pay system, it only goes to the 15th. So I don’t get paid for this past week of teaching two sections.

The fine grand total? $448.87.

With Social Security confiscating an entire month’s pay for the crime of earning enough to owe $340 in extra taxes, I had to eat way into my catastrophic emergency fund to pay this month’s bills—and this month isn’t over! Next month SS will deduct $222 instead of $111 for Medicare, leaving me with just barely enough to cover basic living expenses…assuming PeopleSoft bestirs itself to pay out what the College will owe me for both November pay periods. I’m $70 in the black right now, if you don’t count the fact that I transferred money from tax & insurance self-escrow savings to get that way, but I’m going to have to come up with about $555 to cover food and gasoline charged on AMEX. So in fact at the moment I’m $485 in the red.

Truth is, I couldn’t have made it anyway. The amount I transferred out of tax & insurance savings was $18 more than the amount of my net Social Security income.

Except for one lunch out and $5.88 for some gardening supplies, I’ve bought nothing other than food, gasoline, and a couple of small pool maintenance items. We had the hottest September on record, the power bill was $174, probably low compared to what others around here pay—while my neighbors’ units thump way 24/7, I sit in my house and swelter all day, turning the air-conditioning down to 79 at night so I can sort of sleep.

In November, by transferring over the second of three monthly prorations of net summer stipend money and pushing the accounting for October AMEX charges forward a month (this month’s bill isn’t due until the 11th), I’ll just have enough to pay bills. It’s robbing Peter to pay Paul again—October’s charge account bills should be paid with October income, not with November income. But if I buy nothing but food and gasoline in November—say goodbye to Thanksgiving dinner and Christmas gifts—by the end of November I should have caught up. In December I will not get two full paychecks, and so I’ll sink below the waves again then.

This is happening because the long summer with no teaching income drew the excess that I collected through the spring semester of penny-pinching down to almost nothing. Income from one course in the first eight weeks of the fall semester, even though paychecks were doubled up because that course extended over eight weeks instead of sixteen, was not enough to cover expenses, and so the amount available to spend dwindled into the negative numbers.

Meanwhile, I’ve got to go to the doctor. Six weeks of self-medicating and waiting have not helped whatever ails me. I have no idea what that’s going to cost, but I’m afraid that anything will be more than I can afford. Whatever expenses come from that also will have to come out of savings. Plus any tests or treatment that require time away from the classroom will result in pay being docked.

Adjunct teaching plus Social Security just simply won’t support me. I’m going to have to start drawing money out of retirement savings, which at this point is still about as contraindicated as contraindicated can get.

Well, I guess I should start looking for some sort of work that will pay a pittance year-round. I can answer phones and do secretarial work. With the arm out, I can’t stock shelves or do any other very physical work. I need about $20,000, but that’s what full-time secretarial work pays around here. If you can get it.

Gotta love those insurance companies…

Wellcare, the outfit I selected (among dozens) to handle my Medicare Part D insurance—that’s prescription drug coverage—just sent me a package to plow through: TWO HUNDRED AND TWENTY-FIVE PAGES of dense, incomprehensible copy to try to figure out!

The booklet you’re supposed to start with, which explains annual changes to the plan, is twelve pages long. Apparently every single year you have to study all this garbage, try to decide if you can live with the changes they’ve come up with, and, if you can’t, try to find another insurance company whose terms you can live with, if any such thing exists.

This year they’re raising the prescription drug coverage from $19.70 to $23.80, or $285.60 a year.

That doesn’t sound like much, except for the fact that you don’t get much for your $285.60 a year. The yearly deductible is $310, so in fact before this thing starts to pay for prescriptions, you pay $595.60 out of pocket. Then it only covers $2,840 until you reach the “doughnut hole.” When your prescriptions have racked up a $2,840 bill (easy to do if you have cancer, diabetes, MS, Parkinson’s, or any of the numerous other ailments of old age), then you’re screwed. You then have to cough up $4,550 for your meds, at which point you reach what Congress in its wisdom has decided is the “Catastrophic Coverage” stage. Then you pay $2.50 for the drugs the company approves, $6.30 for brand-name drugs (many drugs do not come in generic form, you know), or 5 percent of the total cost. Again: Five percent of cancer drugs could add up to one whopping bill.

So really, you’re paying almost $600 for what amounts to only $2,840 worth of coverage. For the cost, it’s very chintzy.

All these plans are about the same: they’re required to provide approximately the same coverage with about the same terms. So, buying a more expensive plan won’t help you, except insofar as some plans apparently are a little more or a little less generous about what types and brands of drugs they’ll cover.

To figure out whether anyone else is offering a comparable drug plan for a lesser price, I’ll have to get a ten- or fifteen-page list from the state SHIP department, plow through that, negotiate telephone punch-a-button mazes to order up information from several insurance companies, and then plow through thirty- to forty-page piles of paper from each of those. Like I have time to do that, and like I could understand what any of that verbiage means, anyway.

Medicare Part D coverage is highly restrictive. To keep you from understanding exactly how restrictive it is, insurance companies have set up a complicated four-tier system involving generic, “preferred generic,” “preferred brand,” and “nonpreferred brand” drugs. It is so baroque as to be incomprehensible. According to the booklet my company sent, some drugs, apparently chosen arbritrarily, can cost you nothing if you order them from WellCare’s pharmacy. Once you start ponying up cash or daring to do business with the nearest drugstore, though, the least you will pay is $36. Yes: per prescription.

Some generics and “preferred brand” drugs can cost you $123 per prescription! Then you get to the Tier 3 “generic and nonpreferred brand drugs,” where you’ll pay $282 per prescription!

Think of that: $282 for a bottle of pills.

To further confuse matters, they move drugs from tier to tier. This year, we’re told, “Some drugs will be in a lower cost-sharing tier; others will be in a higher cost-sharing tier.” So, if you have a chronic disease, chances are you’ll have to change drugs once a year as the companies jack up the cost by moving them up a tier or two.

Evidently they’re supposed to give you some sort of discount on drugs once you tumble into the doughnut hole, but that’s not evident in the 12 pages of daunting gobbledygook in the summary booklet. It says here that the new healthcare legislation, which our Republican friends are campaigning to get rid of, “continues to close the coverage gap, or ‘doughnut hole,’ by reducing the percentage of cost-sharing for beneficiaries in the gap. Effective January 1, 2011, drug manufacturers will provide a 50 percent discount on brand-name drugs and the government will provide a 7 percent discount on generic drugs for those who fall into the coverage gap (Sec. 1101, HR 4872). This is in addition to a $250 rebate, effective in 2010, for beneficiaries who reach the coverage gap.”

All very nice, but it doesn’t change the fact that the doughnut hole amounts to $4,550 and that if you get seriously ill, which all of us will unless we drop dead of a heart attack or are killed instantly in a car wreck, you’re going to be out the cost of your premiums plus the cost of your deductible plus the vast out-of-pocket costs of the doughnut hole. For my modestly priced plan, that would amount to $5,146, not counting the costs of copays ranging from $12 to $235 per prescription.

What we have here is one real good reason why I don’t want to go to the doctor for my bellyache. Don’t know what I’d be getting into…and if it’s anything that requires a lot of drugs, well…

After a month and a half of general misery, I’m pretty sure that whatever is ailing me is probably serious. If it weren’t, it would have passed by now. But with Social Security confiscating an entire month’s benefit—$1,275 gross, $975 net—after my having struggled through a whole summer without enough income to cover my expenses, I’m flat broke. I simply do not have money to pay for doctors and drugs.

What this partnership with despotic private insurance companies actually insures is that seniors will delay going to doctors as long as they can. That actually pushes up costs, because by the time you get to the doctor whatever is ailing you will have reached an advanced stage, which will cost more to treat.

Some puppies are pleased that we lazy, greedy old bustards who oughta get a job won’t see a cost of living increase from Social Security in 2011, for the second year in a row. WellCare’s premium is the smallest part of my Medicare bill. If it’s gone up $4, you can be sure the much more expensive Medigap policy will go up even more. I’m already ponying up $90 a month (God only knows what it’ll be in 2011) to another private plan to cover the many lacunae in the government plans (Part A and Part B), and Part B itself, costs $111 a month for rather skimpy coverage.

With Part D, you have the option of taking a chance that you won’t get sick and won’t need a lot of drugs before you croak over. There’s no law that says you have to buy Part D coverage. (If you think the game doesn’t play out in favor of the table at Vegas, then by all means take this bet!)  But if you don’t get it at the first opportunity when it’s offered to you, then the cost goes way, way up: effectively, you’re punished for not buying insurance from private corporations until you think you’re actually likely to need it.

Nor is there any law that says you have to buy Part B. But you’d be a fool if you didn’t, unless you’re already so poor as to qualify for Medicaid. Part A is roughly the equivalent of major medical. It doesn’t cover much.

So far it appears the Medigap coverage works pretty well, though I haven’t used it except for the useless follow-up care for the torn rotor cuff, which I can’t afford to have repaired because I can’t afford to take a semester off my part-time job. So to date, I’ve paid $90 a month for air. Presumably next year the cost of air will even higher.

For $111 a month plus all the Medicare taxes I’ve paid and still pay on every dime I scrape together, Medicare should cover everything—without forcing beneficiaries to open their wallets wide to the rapacious insurance industry.

Around the world I’ve searched for you…

Have you seen Revanche’s latest over at A Gai Shan Life? She’s found a very fun tool, following in the tracks of Fabulously Broke, Asian Pear, Financial Catastrophizer and Shelley. It’s a gadget that lets you visualize where you’ve been, either in the world or in the United States.

Hm. When you’ve been around since the Cretaceous and spent part of geological time overseas, you could turn a fair amount of a map red. Let’s check it out.

Here’s where this dinosaur has been in the world:

Create your own map of the world…

And here’s where I’ve been in the United States:


Create your own map of the United States…

Well. In spite of all that gallivanting, I’ve only visited 9.77% of the world and 50% of the U.S. Unfortunately the site doesn’t offer maps of Wonderland or Oz, no part of which I seem to have missed…

Each of our blogging friends asks where we would like to go after this. The strange thing is, I feel almost no desire to travel anymore. I guess people are supposed to want to spend their retirement bouncing around the world. Even if I could afford it, I’m pretty much done with my expeditions. To my mind, traveling is a lot of work—crowded, inconvenient, occasionally scary, and these days very invasive of your privacy. It’s interesting to have seen all those places (I guess), but in fact I live in a place where everybody else wants to visit. Why go galloping around when you already live in a destination?

I’d like to go back to New Mexico. I adore Santa Fe and the whole area around there. And I think I’d like to explore the south of France. But the rest of it? meh!

Too bad that YouTube video was recorded off someone’s scratchy vinyl. Here’s a much prettier digital recording.

Where do you want to spend your next eighty days?

🙂

First day of class! And a refinement on managing time

Today is the first day for not one but two new classes, a section of English 101 and the new online magazine writing course. Well, actually, the mag course officially started yesterday, but not much is going on other than to answer the occasional plaintive “I can’t make Blackboard work” message.

LOL! Neither can I, kiddo!

These eight-week courses are great. Because they move right along, you don’t have to pad them with a lot of time-wasting busywork (if it’s busywork for them, it’s busywork for you, too—you end up having to read the stuff!), so you get through the essential course material in a timely way. If the section that just ended is representative, the shorter format attracts more ambitious and motivated students, so you have better retention and overall better effort on the part of classmates. And if one of them turns out to be a shade on the troublesome side, you get them out of your hair quickly, instead of having to deal with a problem child through 16 long weeks.

Offer letters were supposed to have gone out yesterday, so when I get to campus one should be waiting for me. We’ll see if the Boss has granted me the much-needed three sections next semester, and if more than one of them will be in the eight-week format. We’re doing a repeat of the magazine writing course in the spring, the current one having filled right up. So I’m hoping he’ll clone my fall schedule, which has been pretty easy to deal with, work-wise.

Some time back I came up with the idea of managing time by blocks dedicated to specific activities. This weekend I engaged a new tool for the purpose—offspring of a Doh! Why didn’t I think of this before moment. Google’s calendar is perfect for dedicating chunks of time to particular types. You don’t have to be logged in to an Outlook account to get it to give you a reminder; it’ll ping you through any e-mail address. And the calendar, IMHO, is somewhat easier to use than Outlook’s.

Over the weekend, I went through my semester calendar, noted each due date, estimated the amount of time required to grade each assignment, figured out when I could devote that much time to it, and then entered the assigned slabs of grading time into Google Calendar. The result:

(Click on it for an image large enough to see details)

It remains to be seen, of course, whether I’ll actually stick to this scheme. If I can, it should help to get the workload under control.

One way or another, though, it presents an interesting little revelation. Look at how much time is left free after I’ve supposedly done all the work associated with these two courses and FaM!

What, one wonders, have I been doing sitting in front of a computer 14 hours a day?

Well, one thing is answering the e-mail. Five new messages have come in during the ten minutes or fifteen minutes it’s taken me to write this much copy and upload that image. I’m constantly diddling with the e-mail. So I’ve decided that I should take a leaf from other bloggers’ books and limit e-mail reading to early morning and late afternoon. And just this moment, it’s {click!} Off with MacMail! Command-Q: Quit Mail!

The other vast time-waster for me is cruising the Internet. It’s hypnotic. I spend way too much time cruising news sites (CBS Marketwatch: Dow is down 1.2 at 11,010, but eek! it was down below 11,000 earlier today) and reading other people’s blogs. When I’m working during the school year, I need to get a grip on that. There have to be better ways to spend those nice clear spans of free time!

Matter of fact, I think I’ll go for a bike ride.

Later, folks!

🙂

Image: Alvesgaspar. Shepherd Gate Clock at the Royal Observatory, Greenwich. GNU Free Documentation License.