Insurance

Insurance--I hate insurance. I guess it's one of those necessary evils. It seems I am always at odds with the insurance company. It took over a year to get myself transferred to cobra coverage after my retirement incentive expired. (The school paid the first four years of my insurance premiums--but actually ended up being five by the time we got it all straightened out.) Now the company has transferred my account to another division so I didn't get a statement for March. Panic! There's no way I can get insurance from another company on my own. So I called last week and they assured me I was fine. They would copy and send my another statement. Finally got the statement yesterday. And they sent statements for the remainder of the year. So that worry is now erased.

Tonight, we are expecting an insurance representative to come to the house. It's for some insurance that Charles carries. I think it is an accident policy. I would like to cancel the policy. We actually have two from this company that are deducted from our bank account each month--almost $100. I don't know how many accident policies that Charles has, must be three or four. To me, it's a waste of money but I guess if he has an accident I will be glad he had it. Any way, I'm not looking forward to entertaining this agent tonight. The way Charles likes to talk, the guy will be here all night. I may just retire to the back and leave them to visit.