Heat Waves, Cats, and Concerts

It’s been too darn hot, as the song goes! Something is definitely going haywire with the weather when it reaches 90 degrees at the beach, and over 100 just a few miles up the road in the canyon. Mother Nature’s hot flashes have made it challenging to stay cool in a 104-year-old cottage with no air conditioner. Open windows haven’t offered much relief as the ocean’s breezes had even stopped blowing. We’ve relied on the ceiling fan and a small desk fan for relief, but the high humidity left me feeling damp most days. One evening as I was getting ready to attempt sleep, my weather app indicated that it was 83 degrees at 10:00 p.m. The quiet desk fan next to my bed saved me.

Samantha spent most of her late-summer days stretched out on the hardwood floor, ditching her usual cozy spots on the rugs. I’d get up in the mornings to find Samantha sleeping on the floor under the wafting air of the ceiling fan, her demanding cries for breakfast silenced as she slept in. Clearly, the heat was wearing on her energy.

So, what better way to spend hot summer evenings than at an outdoor concert by the sea? John and I recently attended a couple of the Friday night Sunset Serenade concerts in Heisler Park, sponsored by the city of Laguna Beach. We were dazzled by the clear skies and blue ocean (the marine layer often settles in at dusk, even this time of year), and the soulful melodies of our amazing local musicians. At the first concert we attended, while settling into our lawn chairs and pouring wine (allowed only at these concerts), I scanned the lively crowd, taking in the range of music lovers, from toddlers bouncing to the beat to folks singing along and swaying to the melodies when my gaze froze upon a music lover of a furry kind.

The couple in front of us had a cat in a harness and leash who was lounging on their blanket. I’ve never seen a cat so chill in a crowd. I thought he (I assumed boy and was right) might be on gabapentin. After I spied the kitty, he looked at us then sauntered over to our blanket and reclined next to John. Perhaps it was the Turkish Van breed, or that the cat just digs great music, he was naturally relaxed and comfortable in a crowd. The cat’s mom shared with us that she adopted Jasper from the Laguna Beach Animal Shelter. He’d been hit by a car, had hip replacement surgery then recovered at the shelter until she adopted him about a year ago. Incredible! I shared that Samantha came to me from the same shelter recovering from bladder stone surgery. The beauty of community.

The following Friday at another Sunset Serenade concert, we sat next to Jasper who was just hanging out, taking in the vibes of scene. Get to know cool cat Jasper on Instagram: @hipcatjasper.

On another note, my passion for cottage living is being chronicled in my new blog, “Cottage Memoirs,” which can be read on my author website: pamelakknudsen.com. Discover the challenges and enchantments of living in a century-plus old cottage in a historical subdivision by the sea.

 

 

Beach Cats and Sawdust Summers

Labor Day has come and gone, tourists left town and kids are back in school. That’s it—summer is officially over despite what the calendar says. And despite living two blocks from the beach, this cat lady spent more time in Laguna Canyon (or just “the canyon” as locals call it) over these past couple months. When it comes to my favorite outdoor place to be, I used to think of myself as only a beach person. I spent many childhood summers hanging out at the beaches of Newport and Huntington.  I eventually made the beach my home, landing an apartment on Lido Isle in Newport Beach.  It was a charming little place built in 1941 and was part of a triplex situated on the small strand of beach facing the harbor.

This is where my crazy cat lady identity manifested, as I became known by the kids in the neighborhood as “the-lady-who-walks-her-cats”.  On several occasions these kids watched with marked curiosity, my former feline compadres, Punkie and Frankie walk with me on the sidewalk running parallel to the shore, which lead to a boat dock.  Frankie would follow me onto the dock where we would sit together and watch the boats go by.  Punkie would either stroll back home, or take a seat in the sand and wait for us. These adventurous cats also accompanied me on the beach, sitting next to me while I read or took in the view.  I was fondly called “crazy cat lady” by the couple next door; only the “crazy” part wasn’t about having too many cats.  You just don’t see too many gals strolling along the shore with cats dutifully trailing behind them.

Frankie and Punkie
Frankie
Cat Lady sans cats but you get the idea. This is where they would sit with me, and in the background is the walkway leading to the dock in the far upper right corner.

Early morning at the dock. If only I had a photo of me and Frankie on it.

But after I moved to a neighborhood bordering Laguna Coast Wilderness Park, a preservation area of Laguna Canyon, I found myself going for hikes more than walks along the shore.  I was captivated by the canyon’s ancient rock formations, lush foliage and the scent of sage scrub and soon became enamored with my new earthy environment—and I’m still struck by its beauty.  

View of the canyon from Nix Nature Center after attending a presentation on birds of prey, where I met a couple of owls and a redtail hawk.

I also find beauty in the canyon off the hiking trails.   During the summer months I commune in the canyon while browsing through mini art galleries and listening to live music at an enchanted place called the Sawdust Festival.  The Sawdust, or “The Dust” as they called it back in the day came to be in the late 1960s by a group of artists who rebelled against the traditional juried art show in town and created their own distinctive and funky haven to show and sell their artistic wares.  The Sawdust’s rustic venue and flower child vibe that still lingers makes this place truly magical.  

Cat Lady and artist Shamus

Woodstock Day at Sawdust, singer/songwriters Kurtis Gentile and Alisa Eisenberg revive popular tunes from 1969.

The Heretics bringing back favorite songs from the ’60s through ’90s

Missiles of October rock the Sawdust

Blue grass melodies by The Salty Sweets

And the crowd goes wild on closing day of Sawdust.

I still love watching waves crash onto the shore and feel of sand under my feet, but to hike among sycamore trees and escape to a place where canyon walls harbor timeless creativity completely feeds my soul and keeps calling me back.

If only I could bring the cats.