I have two neighbors--one that I always see tending to his back yard, as he is now, pulling a blue tarp over a small pond. The other neighbor I never see, although there is a car, a blue station wagon, that appears and disappears with regularity from the driveway. Who the person is or where the car goes is of little interest to me--only that it is there when I need it, as I have become entirely dependent on its presence outside the kitchen window.