Zephyr: The West Wind Blows

ZEPHYR: an elegant and zesty word, derived from the name of the Greek god of the western wind (Zephyros), known in English as a warm breeze that ushers in the summertime, and also in some Russian-speaking countries as a tasty marshmallow-meringue-like confection.

As of May 12, 2025, it is also the name of the most adorable cat on earth.

(Is this post just an excuse to share some of the best cat pics I’ve ever taken…? Yes. If that’s all you’re interested in, shamelessly scroll down to the gallery below. Please also follow his social media account @ZephyrusGregarius for endless cuteness.)

HOW WE MET ZEPHYR: When Tom & I moved to Berlin, Germany late last summer, we had originally been contracted to occupy a specific apartment that is located close to his workplace. I won’t get into the whole exasperating story, but we ended up being prevented from moving into that apartment for more than EIGHT months beyond when our rental was supposed to begin, and eventually, we gave up on the place entirely.

We ended up finding somewhere else totally new, and it’s been a perfect fit for us in so many ways. It also comes with landlords we can personally interact with rather than a predatory and disorganized leasing agency, thank goodness. In fact, on the very evening of the day we got the keys, we received a friendly text from them:

“Your application mentioned you’re hoping to get a cat sometime–our mother happens to have two 5-week old kittens, and she is looking for a home for one: would you be interested?”

This message was accompanied by photos of a precious little storm cloud of a kitten, so cute that it hurt your heart to look at him. He looked like he was AI-generated. I had never understood the cuteness aggression phenomenon, until seeing this cat. The heavens seemed to be cracking open with a housewarming blessing from Freya herself. Even the bouquet of stargazer lilies (my favorite flower) on our then-dining-room-table were effervescing; they seemed to be saying goodbye for now, knowing we wouldn’t have lilies in our home again for quite some time.

As Tom remarked: “no sooner have we gained our temple, than we are provided with its god.”

His name came about because he IS like the western breeze, welcoming us to a new season of warmth. His birthday is March 9th (a Pisces baby) and he was safely ensconced in his–our–new home only four weeks after we moved in ourselves. He’s affectionate, curious, mischievous, and utterly charming. We had been waiting for the universe to gift us with a cat when the time was right, and our patience has definitely paid off; the literal day we found ourselves finally able to support a kitten’s lifestyle, he blew into our lives!

At less than six months old as of this writing, he’s still very much a kitten, and it’s been wonderful to watch him grow up, and to catch glimpses of the perfect cat he will become. BUT ENOUGH TEXT! PICS NOW!

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12.5/25: Halfway Through the 2025 Aims

It’s July 11th, and we’re just past the midway mark of 2025. I have updates about my progress toward the goals I wrote about back in January!

This year has been challenging so far, but also extremely rewarding. I have been overworked and underpaid, overtired and under-rested, but sometimes, that’s the slice of life we find on our plates. The first quarter of the year was largely tracked through long hours of production work in NYC, and the second quarter involved a move to our permanent apartment, finally recieving and unpacking our shipped storage, and adopting a new kitten–all in Berlin. My energy levels have ricocheted from that of an endless engine to a stagnant puddle. I’m just relieved to be entering the third quarter with a semblance of stability!

I’ve made great progress on my goals, but there have been setbacks, as well. It’s clear I have some items on which to reorient my focus. Without ado, let’s review:

  1. Create something every day (take creative action: make something that was not there before, even if it is small, or part of a larger project).
    Over the course of the year, I’ve come to understand that creativity is inherent in every day, in every choice you live, but my intentionality about it can still use improving. Some days are harder to “accomplish” because of life’s other demands; the challenge then is to figure out how to do the tasks at hand in a creative way, even if it comes down to changing up how you brush your teeth.
  2. Do either a sun or moon salutation every day, with a few minutes of meditation.
    Sun/moon salutations have so far been the hardest habit to build; this is something I really want to give energy to in the second half of the year. I do keep coming back to it, however, and I would consider that a win.
  3. Update or work on my professional website (frannykromminga.com) once a month.
    Monthly website editing hasn’t been consistent, but I have updated and published a few times. This could easily be fulfilled by going through and completing archival work for old projects I just haven’t gotten around to compiling information on.
  4. Fully finish Venus Retrospectives!
    Venus Retrospectives has had virtually NO work done. Recently, though, I have taken the time to break down the concept of the work left into smaller chunks, and made specific goalposts to hit for the rest of the year. The trouble is, a lot of what I’m doing is learning and experimentation, so it is very hard to predict what time commitment and resources will actually be necessary, moving forward. There’s nothing for it but to do it, I suppose!
  5. Complete B1 level German training (via the Goethe Institut).
    Unfortunately, I am NOT spending money on another Goethe Institut course. It’s just too expensive for my current situation. That said, I did complete my A2 level course in March, and I’ve been developing my comprehension independently with German audiobooks and daily interactions in Berlin. I need to reincorporate real memorization study–put those hundreds of blank flashcards I just got out of storage to good use–but I am slowly improving! Just… not in a way I know how to measure against the letter rating system. Anyone want to sponsor a $2,000 course?
  6. Travel somewhere new!
    I haven’t traveled somewhere new yet, but we have plans to visit Barcelona in October, and possibly somewhere else for one of our anniversary dates in August or November!
  7. Read 25 books.
    I’m on schedule at about 12 books; I slowed myself down reading Anna Karenina back in early spring, but I’ve really picked up speed this summer. Bless the Libby library app! Bless libraries of all kinds!
  8. Visit 25 museums (different collections on separate visits to the same museum are allowed).
    The museums goal needs serious dedication. I need to be doing that weekly, on average, at this point. This was a goal that really suffered during the early months of this year when I was extra busy with work, and it doesn’t help that I like to go to museums only when I can take my time. That said, it will be a pleasure to catch up.
  9. See 25 live performances (in-person).
    This goal is well on its way. If you include seeing shows I’ve worked on, instead of just shows I am attending that I have no professional connection to, it will be done in a month. Even so, this goal will practically complete itself this year. One of the merits of working in show business is that you often get to easily partake of show business.
  10. Get 25 rejections from applications/auditions/submissions… then double it to 50 in the second half of the year!
    My rejections goal requires more submissions. In fact, I think I may have rejected more offers myself than I have been rejected from, this year. The trouble with submissions is that I should only apply to things I actually want to do… this means more research. As I do more job applications in Berlin, though, this will increase automatically. I’ve actually started a tracking system specifically for applications, since I do need to get more work.
  11. Make 25 posts on The Franifesto.
    Sadly, this is only post number THREE on The Franifesto this year! This is another aim that will need near-weekly devotion in order to fulfill. As I write, I’m considering “Franifesto Fridays” as a basis for my sharing–I’m a sucker for alliteration, after all. 🙂

Looking ahead, I think there are three goals that will be the hardest for me to complete:

#2: I’ve technically already failed at the salutations, but in the end, this is more about achieving a daily habit than it is about rigid perfectionism. I know my wellbeing will benefit from them, but I have had a struggle with exhaustion that makes it easy to convince myself that lying in bed is preferable. Frankly, I’ve become aware of an energetic imbalance in my life: why is it that I find it all too easy to overextend myself for work, and find it hard to put that same effort into myself? The answer is probably capitalist conditioning, but whatever. I’ll be fixing that.

#8: Visiting 25 museums will also be a challenge, because it’s a goal that requires a lot of uninterrupted time (maybe it’s just me, but I can’t seem to visit any museum for less than 4 hours). Even though some goals may take more total time (Venus Retrospectives, I’m looking at you), those goals can be squeezed and squished into convenient bits and pieces, and accomplished at home. Luckily, Berlin is one of the best cities in the world for museum-goers, having over 150 to peruse. In some ways, this goal is asking me to invest in my own enjoyment, which is something I am not always particularly good at. I’ll definitely try to improve, though.

#10: Lastly, rejections are going to be really hard to collect! I’ve only racked up half a dozen so far, which puts me way behind my ultimate goal of 50 this year. It will be difficult because this goal is the only one that involves the participation of other people; being rejected means that other people, organizations, publications, companies, etc. have to respond to me, and that’s just not something I can control. in fact, this is an aim I’ve done before! I sought 100 rejections, back when most of my submissions were for acting jobs, around 2022. Most of those ended up being assumed rejections, because no one ever actually responded… instead, the dates of the shows I applied for simply passed me by. Still, I know I have a better chance of achieving this if I simply send out more applications, which I need to do anyway.

Reflecting on progress (and lack thereof) is reinvigorating. I may yet fail at every single one of these aims, but that isn’t the point, is it? There is immeasurable value in trying, assessing, learning, and experiencing. It’s in my nature to plan, strive, and analyze. Would you believe me if I said this was the most fun part of my entire year? (Gotta say though, getting a new kitten is right up there, too!)

Until next week,
-Franny

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The Button Factory

They drill the holes at eight in the morning. Loudly, with jackhammers, crushing, pounding, boring. I worked until midnight last night, and now I wake to hear the concrete giving way under heavy machinery. My disoriented dreams are interrupted, and my husband is next to me, already resignedly awake, scrolling. The drilling changes tempo: at times it clangs with the rebound of alarm bells, at others it whirs with implied threat akin to the Dentist’s. I record some audio on my phone; I send it to the gals, “can you believe this?” Somehow, I fall back asleep.

Buttons aren’t made here anymore, not since, if the German wall plaque in our studio apartment is to be believed, the 1990s, after reunification. Cultural adjustments and economic shockwaves ripped through decades of benefic business. (Buttons are good work; even zippers can’t zap them. Velcro is, by comparison, vacuous. And snaps! Unserious.) Alas, the Fall of the Berlin Wall was a stronger connector.

Now, the only button left is a large metal statue: a four-foot, futile ferrous fastening, forever unfulfilled of its purpose. We can’t see it from our balcony, but some folks overlooking the next courtyard down can, and I’m sure it’s very quaint from above. It’s neighbored by a spry little fountain, a bike rack, and some lightly overgrown plants. They must have finished remodeling that courtyard last year.

Ours, by comparison, is a concrete pit, haphazardly layered over with uneven boardwalk. The planked pitfalls change every day, when the construction workers rearrange the path after having freshly rearranged the terrain. “Lift your feet,” I mutter to myself, as the motion-activated light flicks on, about five yards too late into the dark trudge. Stepping with intention, I make it to my door, grocery bags and ankles intact.

I get a hint of commiseration via text throughout the day. I respond, keeping up conversation, connection. Not much is said. Nobody changes the topic. Hours have passed, and I’m safe at home, staring down a blessedly sacred weekend (jackhammers, famously, always have weekends off). And then–

–“[…] it’s not that bad […]” … followed by other gems of helpfully dismissive wisdom.

Of course it’s not that bad. I’m safe, and warm, and fed. I have work that is personally meaningful. I am loved, and I get to see my loved ones regularly. I am healthy. I get to enjoy some of the finest components of our Age. I’m not making buttons, in Berlin or otherwise.

And yet.

Lately, I have been pungently aware that even my casual, conversational complaints are confounded. The positive public veneer is too thick. Instagrammed sunsets and an eye for an angle make the whole world go blind, I suppose. I feel unrelatable, even with those I’ve thought myself dear to for a decade or more.

No, it doesn’t really matter that loud construction woke me up at 8AM. And I’m sorry if I have overused your compassionate ears and eyes lately, sharing some of the inner difficulty that few get to witness. But I am not easily vulnerable, and this year has had massive challenges to match the changes. Overall, yes, I know this is a crumb of an event… but a concrete crumb, and it wormed into my shoe somehow, and yes, I need to pause to shake it out.

Pause with me, or go on ahead–but if you go on, I won’t try to catch up.
I will go at my own pace, regardless.

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