Please do not remind me so early in the morning about everything I will forget to do tomorrow.

Like grabbing a capucino in some coffeshop in some quaint small town

on the otherside of the river, upstate from some big anonymous city

in some independent film backed by some heavy hitters in the tech world

who started production companies with names that make the viewers and the

stockholders alike think of the wilderness or taking on the extreme but

are really run by middle aged Gen X types who are watching all of their

fight for your rights slowly dissipate into them becoming more uptight and

out of the loop but are still happy to pay eight dollars for a bowl of over priced

Fruit Loops to help them stay in touch with their childlike side, in some beautifully hip

and comfortable looking coffeeshop in some quaint small town on the otherside of the river,

upstate from the big anonymous city that they fell in love in, got pregnant in, established

a ratio of 5 to 1 failed start-ups in, then decided that it was better off to raise a family somewhere

that smelled of engine oil, fresh baked sourdough bread and fermenting IPA beer, which took this

unsuspecting overeducated pedigree couple to a quiet little place tucked away between the mountains and

the sea, in a small quaint town where the foam on top of the capucinno from some indistinct but

full of charm coffeeshop in some low budget but high profile produced independent film, rises high

above the coffee cup, like some sign of small town rejuvination, a healing process in the minds and

bank accounts of those willing to exchange everything they thought they ever wanted for something else,

like two eggs perfectly scrambled served on toasted sourdough bread with a side order of

sweet potato country homefries, fresh squeezed orange juice and a damn fine looking cappucino made by

some young woman born and raised in this small quaint town, named Barbara,

but is in reality just a young woman from Texas who has been busting her ass

out in Hollywood to make her dreams of becoming famous true and this independent film

where she plays second fiddle to the metaphor of the foam on a cappucino will be

the sign she can send home to her family to prove that

life on the otherside of the river

be it in an independent film or reality is currently working out

for her.