Friday, June 20, 2025

Friday Funny: The Miracle of Birth

 Caution: This is an attempt at Humor. 

There is no guarantee of success. 

While in Southampton, we witnessed a rare and exotic phenomena, something rarely witnessed outside of Oxfordshire, the miracle of birth of an exotic species. Our timing was pure luck, we had no idea when our ship moored that the delivery would happen just across the street and was imminent, let alone that it would go on for hours. 

The reproductive process starts vast distances away. Elves in Hollow Trees forge and finish parts. Gnomes quietly form body parts in the dark of night, with squirrels and ravens hiding them away before the light of day.  Some internal organs come from abroad, places Englishmen find foreign and exotic. The mating takes place in private, behind closed doors, in a location near lots of highly educated professors and students hoping to lead the free world someday. Gestation takes time, hours, weeks, months no one knows for sure. They enter the birth canal and move slowly through it. Hundreds even thousands of them inching along.  

Then it happens, one by one, one right after another, they emerge, like piglets from a sow. It is an awesome sight, new life beginning. Their coats shining and reflecting the light of day for the first time, their headlights flashing like eyes seeing sunlight for the first time, their flashers flashing signs of life. Some go right, some go left, some make a sharp U-turn, others straight ahead.  All will need to feed soon, or die. Some will spend their lives near where they are hatched, others will immediately board ships and venture far from the land of their birth for exotic lives in places like Chicago, and Phoenix. 

The birth of Mini Coopers






Thursday, June 19, 2025

The Thursday Ramble: Patience


I went out to Huntley Meadows one afternoon recently for a long walk. Heading out on the boardwalk over the wetlands I paused to watch this Heron who was fishing for a meal.  I waited for a couple of minutes, he moved forward very carefully, slowly lifting a leg out of the water, carefully slipping the foot into the water ahead of him, without a ripple.  I took a couple of photos and moved on. I walked out to the far end of the boardwalk and back, probably half-a-mile of walking, and the Heron was still there. Maybe 10 feet farther into the marsh, still fishing, still as quiet as a stone. 


This encounter got me to thinking about patience. Certainly the Heron is patient, slowly and deliberately waiting for the fresh catch of the day.  He waits for the prey to come to him, rather than trying to outrun it.  The bird exhibits incredible patience. And in the end it pays off with a good birdy life. 

I don't, I watch for a minute or so and if nothing is happening I move on. My brain thinks there is nothing to see here, nothing has happened, so nothing is going to happen, let's go in search of something worth seeing. And I move on. I am often a couple of steps ahead of the action happening behind me, or far ahead of me.  

There is a Facebook Page for Huntley Meadows, and photographers post amazing photos of Herons moments after they catch a fish. The payoff for the long wait. I envy those photos, and it would be easy to think, the photographer has a better camera or a longer lens, and that may be true, though this one was not that far away. What those photographers have that I lack, is patience. They stand there quietly as long as it takes, minutes, hours, days. They are there today, tomorrow, and next week if that is what it takes to be there at the the moment the magic happens. 

I should learn from the Heron, just as the bird waits for the right moment, so should I.   

Wednesday, June 18, 2025

My World of Wonders aka the Wednesday Ws June 18th edition

Where have I been this week?  The airport last Wednesday morning, well before sunrise. Huntley Meadows for a long walk. Around the neighborhood, down the hill, over the expressway, a nice hour walk, the gym, the pools - indoor and outdoor, a little retail therapy, Aldi, to VOTE - a primary for state offices in an off year election cycle. The farmers market. Trader Joe's. 

What have I been up to in the kitchen? Ham and cheesy scalloped potatoes, swiss steak, and fish pies. 

What is in a fish pie? I started by peeling and boiling potatoes to make cheesy mashed potatoes. The fish was halibut filets and frozen shrimp. The halibut was simply baked with a little Old Bay seasoning, 12 minutes at 375 (f). The shrimp was sauteed with butter and herbs. When the potatoes are cooked mash them with lots of shredded cheese. Make a simple bechamel sauce - butter and flour and milk, make it nice and thick.  When the fish and shrimp are cooked, mix in the with bechamel. Assemble the pie (I used individual souffle style ramekins) place the fish mixture in the bottom, top with the cheesy mashed potatoes. Bake in a hot over (425F) for about 20-25 minutes, until the potato top "crust" browns nicely. Allow to cool about 10 minutes, and serve.  The flavors are wonderful. The browning of the cheese in the potatoes brings an extra dimension of flavor. 

Why? Inspired by something I had in the oldest licensed pub in London.  Try it, you might like it. 

Who have I talked with this week? Sweet Bear, the water aerobics gang, the board at my former office, Emily, Martin, Karen, 

Weird thoughts of the week?  How have I survived to this ripening old age? There are so many things that could have killed me over the years. And yet, here I am, blogging away. 

What made me smile and evil smile this week? The sparse turn out for the military parade, while the counter protests drew tens of thousands. 

What else? In the elevator Saturday morning there was a young couple, probably late teens early 20's, he had long hair, a scraggly beard, both were wearing counter cultural black and had visible tattoos. I smiled to myself, and thought there is hope for youth, being wonderfully non-conformist - reminded me of me when I was that age - but they looked happier. In fact that had that smile on their faces like a young couple who had just discovered sex for the first time. 

Who seems to hate me this week? Rumba, I snatached him out from under my desk and physically removed him from my room the other day. He seems to be holding a grudge. When we set this one up, it asked if we wanted to connect it to Alexa, and I said NO, that is how it all starts, "Hal open the pod bay doors," "I sorry Dave I am afraid I can't do that." 

Who have I been watching on YouTube?

  • Angelo is a recent art school graduate in Italy, young, talented, attractive, and a good content creator.  https://www.youtube.com/@angelomansour 
  •  Norm is from British Columbia, and has lived and worked in Japan for years, this is a second channel for him.      https://www.youtube.com/@TokyoLensExplore    

 

Tuesday, June 17, 2025

Travel Tuesday: Glass Bottom Boat Tour in Bermuda

This shore excursion was easy to get to, walk along the pier to the end of the ship, turn right and the it was there waiting for us to board. It was about a 90 minute ride on a 75 foot boat, around the point, and to a nearby reef and sunken ship. The reefs in Bermuda are loosely formed, with somewhat healthy corals. The sunken ship, is not a shipwreck.  It was a British navy ship, a cast iron clad wooden ship. The ship was corroding badly, and it was determined that it was not feasible to return it to England for repairs. There was a deep chanel that allowed access to the port, that the Navy really wanted to close off. So they stripped the ship, packed it with explosives, towed it out and sunk it. They used too many explosives and split the ship in half, driving the bow up onto the shallows, where it still sticks out of the water. 











Monday, June 16, 2025

Moody Monday: Jump and Run

About 20 years ago, I had dinner with a lawyer friend that I was collaborating with on a training project. I knew that Bernie had been a financial executive before opening a law practice, but until he had downed a couple of martinis I had never heard the rest of the story. 

A decade or so before Bernie was traveling with his young adult son, when the airliner suffered an inflight mechanical disaster. A turbine failed, cutting hydraulic control lines, making the airplane nearly uncontrollable.  Through heroic efforts of the flight crew and an off duty pilot the plane had a controlled crash landing, killing about half of the people on board, sadly including Bernie's son who was sitting next to him. 

After a third martini, Bernie offered words of wisdom. Pay attention to the safety briefing, know where the emergency exits are. But even more important, look for a the nearest way out, a break in the wall you can squeeze your way through, and run like your life depends on it. Most of the people who died on that flight, died from the fire, those that survived jumped through cracks in the side of the plane, and walked, ran, or dragged themself as far away as they could. 

Reading about the airline crash in India, the sole survivor squeezed out through a crack by a partially open emergency exit door, and ran before the fire engulfed the plane. He survived because he jumped and ran.  

Bernie was seriously injured, and spent a couple of months in hospitals, and a couple of years recovering. He was unable to work for a couple of years to an extent that he qualified for Social Security disability. When he was well enough to think about returning to work, he decided that he wanted career that required less travel, he went to law school, and opened a small boutique law firm. 

In a moment of crisis, look for an opening, jump and run like your life depends on it. 
 

Sunday, June 15, 2025

Sunday Five: Out Of This World


 1: What planet would you travel to, if you could? 

2: If a being from another planet landed in your home, what would you say to them? 

3: Do you think earth has been visited by life from other planets? 

4: Have you seen a comet, or meteorite? 

5: If you could teleport anyplace on the earth for lunch tomorrow, where would you go? 

My Answers: 

1: What planet would you travel to, if you could? Uranus, what a fun name for a planet. 

2: If a being from another planet landed in your home, what would you say to them? Run while you can. 

3: Do you think earth has been visited by life from other planets? I think we too narrowly define life too truly answer this question. 

4: Have you seen a comet, or meteorite? When I was a teenager there was a meteorite shower in Michigan, it is spectacular, they are loud when they streak to the earth and land beyond the cowpasture across the road. 

5: If you could teleport anyplace on the earth for lunch tomorrow, where would you go? Florence Italy

Please share your answers in the comments. 

Saturday, June 14, 2025

50 States in 52 Weeks: Mississippi

 

Mississippi is in the heart of the deep south of the United States. I have been there a few times, mostly crossing over the Gulf coast, driving from Florida to New Orleans.  On one trip with my grandmother we drove the state north to south, from St. Louis headed into Florida. 

The state is rural, agricultural, backwards and still rather racist. This is still one of my least like parts of the country. Mississippi is one of the few states I never visited for work. 

I had a friend who encouraged me to travel to places that made me feel uncomfortable, to help me develop an understanding of the people and place. I didn't follow that advice for the deep south. Travel there was largely a matter of passing through moving from someplace I wanted to be, to another place I wanted to be, or work, work took me to nearly every state. 



Friday, June 13, 2025

Funky Friday: What to Write About Today

I can think of several people who would enjoy this journal, the top of  the page for each day has space for the reasons you want to punch the day in face, the bottom half of the page has space to list the things that made you happy today, including possibly punching the day in the face. 

The bird is white, flying low over the cerulean waters in Bermuda, with the blues and greens reflecting up and lighting the underside of the bird. 

We had a couple of hours wait for the train in Rotterdam, I took a long walk through the nearby neighborhood. These are urinals on the sidewalk. 
On the sidewalk nearby, Rotterdam might be a party town.
What a wonderful way to cross an ocean. 
        This might be the photo of the year, taken at the Swannery. 
The English sent out a cannon to make sure the ship left port.  This was in Portland/Weymouth.  You could see the security gates of the Port from the ship, but you couldn't walk to them. You had to take a shuttle bus 500 feet. I watched a car towing an enclosed trailer pull up, and clear security, they looked under the car with mirrors and checked ID for the occupants, but didn't open and look in the trailer. The trailer pulled up and unloaded a cannon. They fired it three times as we were leaving port.  

A pause for lunch in Southampton.  My grandmother waived goodby to her extended family and the country of her birth in Southampton about 110 years ago. 
The Parking Lot at the train station in Brussels. I will never look at finding my car at the airport the same way. 
                    A wonderful way to close out the day.

A brilliant young content creator in Chicago: https://youtu.be/zMJwvAb-NFo?si=9NLedG2_dF8t9eo_ 

The News From Iceland https://www.visir.is/f/frettir. If you use Google Chrome translate does a good job of on this site. 

Thursday, June 12, 2025

Thursday Ramble: Saturday Morning Routine


It is habit, a routine, it is what I do about 40 Saturday mornings a year. When I wake up, I click the button to start the coffee, settle in and read blogs, then dress and go down to the car and drive a couple of miles to Alexandria city hall.  I park in the garage under market square, parking is free on Saturday mornings. Take the elevator to street level and work my way through the farmers market. There has been a market on that square since colonial times. I should do it more often, but I wimp out in winter. 

My favorite vendors are Maribeth's Bakery, Chocolate Inc also known on this blog as Pastry Boy, and Spring Valley Farm. The two bakeries are local.  

Maribeth's is a commercial bakery that provisions the best restaurants in the local area, their only retail is the Saturday morning market. Maribeth got her start on the market, with breads, and cookies baked in her home kitchen and then in a restaurant kitchen after the restaurant closed on Friday night - baking through the night. As she expanded, her first employees were recent immigrants, refugees.  Today, almost all of the staff are not from around here, talented and hard working. She is often at the market, at easter in a bunny suit, at Christmas dressed as an elf or Ms Claus. Maribeth's is a local success story. And they make the best bread in town. You can order from them and pick up at the bakery, but they don't really do retail other than the Saturday morning market. 

Chocolate Inc, is a family run pastry shop a couple of miles south of us. Mom is now doing the overnight bakery shift, son - aka Pastry Boy - and his grandfather work the Saturday market.  They have retail shop, they open at sunrise and close when they sell out. I have never made it there before they sell out for the day.  Pastry Boy is studying engineering at a local university. Granddad is retired from the Navy. Tuesday afternoon I was waiting for the elevator here in the building and an older man looked at me and said, where do I know you from? Turns out granddad owns an apartment here in the building, he has for several years. He was living with his daughter and her family as a family caregiver, and is in the process of moving into the apartment he bought four years ago. He will be one of my neighbors. 

Spring Valley Farm is located in West Virginia, probably 100 miles from Alexandria. The farm is run by a young couple who turned a failing family farm into a thriving business by focussing on high value, high labor fruits and veggies. They only sell what they grow. They have a couple of permanent markets, and are a year around vendor at my local Saturday market. Why do they drive 100 miles, because good quality sells for a premium price in Alexandria. Using polytunnels they grow some things year around, and often have the earliest local tomatoes, cucumbers and squash. The market staff is young farmers, often farm fresh farmboys. 

There are other vendors, a farm that sells frozen meats raised on a family farm and eggs. A pasta maker that sells interesting stuffed pastas (suckling goat filled ravioli?) A small organic farm run by two brothers, one tall and skinny, the other short with the curliest mustache you will ever see. An Amish vendor that sells dairy and cheese. A new goat cheese vendor. A couple of flower vendors. 

We lost the Chicken Man to Covid, he was always fun, always had a corny poultry joke. He introduced me to duck eggs, something no one else seems to sell. I miss him.  

I return home with a bag filled with local goodness to nourish our bodies and our souls. A Saturday morning well spent. Then I write a couple of blog posts for the coming week, including this one. 



 

Wednesday, June 11, 2025

My World of Wonders aka the Wednesday Ws June 11, 2025

Where have I been this week? Several long walks, into DC one morning to visit the US Botanic Garden and Hirshhorn Museum, King Street, the farmers market, the gym, the indoor pool, and Aldi. Out for a haircut and long shopping walk.  A walk along the River.  

Who have I talked with this week? There were seven of us at the Grill for the first Friday LGBTQ community gathering, Ana, Susan, Raf, Giuseppe, and Larry. The water aerobics gang, Warren is back from a two week bike trip. 

What have I been writing? I am co-authoring an article on preparing for a job interview, and co-presenting a webinar on persons with dementia in the criminal justice system. First drafts of both of those went out on Friday. 

What artsy things have I done this week? I am working on a painting, but I have no idea where it is going. I framed prints for a photo exhibit that will go up in July.  I am teaching a short class in creating photo books in July, I am doing some background preparation for that. 

What artsy thing do I want to do? I want to do some metal work again. 

What writing project should I get back to? I have about 1/5th of a book on health care choices and end of life health care written. I took a break from it while we traveled and I have rethought it. It is too academic, it does not tell a story. I should rework it, connect it with real people and make progress on it.

What have I been reading? I finished the latest library stack, and started into Alton Brown's Collected Essays. 

What am I up to this week? A bunch of committee meetings, and taking dear neighbors to the airport this morning.

When am I taking them to the airport? 4:30 AM, they have a 6:00 AM flight. 

What have I lost? My red zip up hoodie. I must have left it at the pool or the gym, it is not in lost and found. It was a few years old, a little rough around the edges, kind of like me. It was probably time to buy a new one. I hope it is keeping someone warm when they need it. 

What time is it? Time for a new cheap watch, the band on the Casio I had been wearing for the past 3-4 years broke, a new watch was cheaper than a replacement band. 

Who deserves a slap this week? HeWhoShallNotBeNamed, about 50,000 of them.  You know why without my explaining. 

What made me laugh this week? YouTube short videos and Alton Brown's new book, he talks about an industrial dumpster overflowing with bread dough. 

Tuesday, June 10, 2025

Travel Tuesday: Abbotsbury Swannery

The cruise package that I booked included a couple of shore excursions.  I am not a big fan of being herded on and off of busses, or being in a crowd of people. But being that it was included I picked a couple of tours I thought we might enjoy. This one started with a forced march through a botanical garden, nice things to see, but the walk was arduous, the maps useless and it felt rushed. The onto the Abbotsbury Swannery. This was the highlight of the cruise in many ways.  


A Male Swan, the bump on the beak, is large on males, and grows larger as they age. 



The size and color of the eggs amazed me. 

The estimate was 600-800 swans in the preserve at the time we were there.  


The Swans are wild, but fed often, keeping them close at hand most of the time. 

The bus tour, I would skip, the Swannery is not to be missed. 

Monday, June 09, 2025

Monday Mood: Finding the Keys

Found on a parking bollard in Brugge Belgium. 

The keys to coping these days are to limit what you allow in, what you allow to occupy space in your mind, and how you respond to what happens. 

Lots of really crappy things are happening in the world, war, genocide, racism, fascism, . . . the list goes on. It is enough to get anyone down. 

Don't let them take your dignity. Hold your head high. Don't let the bastards wear you down.  

Some of them are trying to keep you thinking about them, and how special they think they are. Ignore them. Nothing will drive them crazy faster than being shunned. Give them the silent treatment and go on with your life. Fly your flag, live your life, and when they get in your way step around them and keep marching. Lock them out, and drive them crazy. 

Lock the entry to your mind. Control what you read and see. If you can't change it, don't let it in. And there is much more evil the world than I can change. If I let it in, let it get me down, I can't change the things that I can change. I have largely stopped reading the Washington Post, I check the homepage of the BBC, if it is really important, it will be there, the rest is just noise. 

The battle for midterm elections is already starting. And many incumbents are vulnerable based on their recent records. Support in the ways you can, candidates that offer hope for the future. Good people have to show up, support good candidates, and VOTE, or the bastards will win. The key to change is VOTING. 

Warning Political Rant - Look Away If You Are Likely To Be Triggered. 


The foundation of the United States is immigrants, seeking safety, freedom, and opportunity, and escaping from human rights abuses. Few of our ancestors would have said goodbye to family, friends and the life they knew to venture thousands of miles away to a strange land, if they had felt safe, stable and secure in the land of their birth. And immigration continues today. But the United States' vastly outdated immigration laws have created a humanitarian crisis. We have known for decades that the laws don’t work. People with a legitimate claim for asylum are forced into a system that is overloaded and incapable of handling the volume of requests.  The number of immigrants is limited, causing years of limbo and with people waiting for permanent status. 

For much of the last 40 years, the solution to the outdated statutes has been to ignore the law. Much of this happens as people cross the border as tourists and never leave. Our outdated system lacks the ability to track this, and lax enforcement of employment laws allows this to happen. People are here for decades without legal status, working, buying homes, paying taxes, and raising families. The vast majority of illegal immigrants, it may be politically incorrect - but if you are here for more than 90 days without a visa, you are here illegally. The campaign to call them something other than what they are, was ignoring the law, and you don’t change the law by ignoring it. Most illegal immigrants are good neighbors, who earn a living, raise a family, and except for breaking the immigration laws, are law abiding citizens. Ignoring the law does not change the law. The law is out of date and needs to be modernized. 

Ignoring the law has created a humanitarian crisis. People living for decades in the shadow of the law. Never being fully a member of the society - lacking the right to vote - worrying that something as routine as getting a driver's license might trigger a challenge on legal status. Second is enforcing the law, after decades of ignoring the law. This is what is happening today, enforcing laws that have been on the books for decades, and have been widely ignored. This uproots members of our communities, and often sends people to countries they don’t know, don’t understand, or that they fled in fear. Businesses lose loyal employees. Families are ripped apart. 

During the Obama administration, rather than pressure congress to change the law, the decision was made to ignore the law by not enforcing immigration laws for young persons who arrived in the United States as babies and young children, most often brought here by parents or sent to live with family or friends. I understand the desire to help, but again ignoring the law does not change the law. At the time, I understood why we wanted to help, but thought this is going to bite us in the arse on down the road. And it has. With the United States committing deplorable humanitarian abuses. These people grew up in the United States, they are as American as their friends and classmates who were born in the United States. Returning them to the country of their birth is exiling them to a country they know nothing of, often they don’t speak the language fluently, they don’t understand the culture or the laws of where they are being sent. They are lost - dumped unceremoniously in a foreign land. 

The protest today needs to be to Congress, and to every congressional candidate, to update and modernize our immigration laws. We are a huge country, we have a vast ability to embrace the huddled masses, yearning to breathe free. Our outdated laws, and a racist administration, cast a deep shadow over the golden lamp of promise that is the United States. The people we are deporting are already here, already a part of our communities, a part of our country. Changing the law is not allowing illegals in, it is making our neighbors, friends, and co-workers legal members of our society. 


 

Sunday, June 08, 2025

The Sunday Five: Pride Month June 2025


1: Do you know anyone who is LGBTQI+? 

2: Do you have any family members who are LGBTQI+? 

3: Have you spent time talking to anyone who is Trans? 

4: Have you attended a PRIDE parade or event? 

5: Have you attended a same-sex marriage? 

My Answers: 

1: Do you know anyone who is LGBTQI+?  Lots and lots of people. 

2: Do you have any family members who are LGBTQI+?  None that are out. 

3: Have you spent time talking to anyone who is Trans? A couple of years ago I worked with a college intern for a semester. Near the end of the semester we went to lunch and he mentioned that he was trying to get the voter registration for his "dead name" removed from the rolls. That was the first time I knew he as trans.  

4: Have you attended a PRIDE parade or event? I marched in the parade in Orlando a couple of times, and we went to the event in DC a couple of times. 

5: Have you attended a same-sex marriage? Just my own in 2015. 

Please share your answers in the comments. 


Saturday, June 07, 2025

50 States in 52 Weeks: Minnesota

I have been to Minnesota twice, plus changing planes at the airport a few times.  Minnesota is north and west of Michigan, bordering on Canada, it is the upper midwest of the United States.  

My Sweet Bear had lived there for several years. Friends that he met while living there, Steve and Karen had visited us in Florida before we moved to Kentucky.  Early on in my consulting work for AARP I was headed to South Dakota to present a training on a Monday-Tuesday schedule. It was much cheaper to fly out on Saturday, than it was to fly out on Sunday, so Steve picked me up at the airport in Minneapolis St. Paul, and I spent the night with them, flying on to South Dakota the next day.  Steve died of cancer a very few years later. Shortly before I moved to DC, I attended a regional Medicare training in Minneapolis, flew in, took the light rail into downtown, walked to the hotel.  I explored downtown, I stumbled across a rare book dealer that Sweet Bear had worked for while finishing his PhD. 

From what I could see, it is a pretty state. Populated with hearty people, the winters are extremely cold.  A nice place to visit, a little to cold for me to think about living there. 

 

Friday, June 06, 2025

Foodie Friday: Pickling Season 2025


Every year I look forward to the appearance of fresh dill and pickling cucumbers at the Old Town Farmers Market. I love a good slightly sour, slightly spicy pickle. 

1 - pint, 6-8 pickling cucumbers 

1 - bunch fresh dill

4 cups water

1/2 cup white distilled vinegar 

2-tablespoons pickling/canning/kosher salt (table salt has additives to prevent clumping that will make the brine cloudy.) 

3-6 cloves of garlic

sprinkle of crushed pepper flakes (optional) 

5-10 black peppercorns 

2-liter or 2-quart container with a cover 

Rinse the cucumbers to remove dirt or bit of dried on vegetation.  Don't scrub them, just rinse them. The blossom end of the cucumbers needs to be trimmed off, just a nip on the end. If like me you are never sure which end is the blossom end, trim both. The blossom end contains an enzyme that will cause the pickles to go soggy, so it is important that it be trimmed off. 

Mix the brine of water, vinegar and salt, stir until the salt dissolves. If your water is strongly chlorinated, use bottled or distilled water, as the chlorine can interfere with fermentation. You can also bring tap water to a boil for two minutes, then let it cool to room temperature to boil off most of the chlorine. 


I have found that putting the spices in the bottom of the jar works best.  I smash the garlic cloves with the side of a heavy knife and remove the skins, put the dill in the bottom. 

Pack the trimmed cucumbers in, if they are really large, you can quarter or halve them.  

Pour the brine over the cucumbers and spices. 

You want to weight this down so that the cucumbers always stay submerged. I have cut plastic container lids to fit in the jar and hold things down, and I weight this down with 1/2 a cup or so of the brine in a sealed ziplock bag.  If the jar or picking crock is large, mix more brine using the same proportions as above. 

The important thing is to keep the veggies submerged. If the cucumbers float to the surface, the air will allow mold to grow spoiling the batch. 

Place the jar on something to catch any overflow, and leave loosely covered on the kitchen counter top for 4 to 10 days depending on room conditions.  The cucumbers will change from cucumber green to pickle green. It will develop an acid smell (acidic acid is formed in the process.) Some bubbling may happen. If mold (white or black are most common), develops, toss the batch out. In five years of making these, 10-15 times a year, I have tossed three or four batches. It hurts when it happens, but it does not happen often.  

When the pickles have developed the flavor and texture you want, remove the weights, cover and refrigerate. They will keep for up to a month in the refrigerator. I make small batches, that are gone within a week or so.  

The pickling process is actually a form of fermentation. The process forms an acid that prevents spoiling. It is an ancient form of food preservation. My lab science course at college was Human Nutrition. We did food preservation in the lab portion of the class.  The professor was an ichthyologist, and mad-scientist. He was fascinating to listen to. He would go off on a tangent, filling board after board with chemical structures, then turn around and say, "you don't need to know that, I just thought some of you might find it interesting!" I learned more cheistry in the semester than in a year of high school chemistry because what he was doing was materially connected to something I understood - food. We spent an hour one evening discussing butter and margarine. His urging, was to use the devil we know - aka butter- rather than the chemical creation we are still trying to understand. Butter, especially salted butter, was a way of preserving cream, it has been around for centuries. We made cheese in the lab, a way of preserving milk for years.  


After I wrote this post, I went for a walk at the US Botanic Garden, and came across this display on food preservation.