Caleb after Christmas dinner.

Caleb visited me over Christmas and we read more of the poem together. I've always enjoyed reading out loud to him since he was in the womb, and I think it accounts in part for our close relationship despite the distance between us. I love reading in voices and making it all dramatic. My voice for Beowulf is very He-Mannish, but with a British accent.

We had already gotten through the part where Beowulf rips off Grendel's arm and hangs it from the rafters, so we continued through the part where the knight kills Grendel's mother--underWATER, by the way, which is amazing, because the poem says he's under there for "hours." Caleb didn't even mind all of the epic boasting (I think because of all the discussion of weapons and seamonsters and stuff) and seemed to be able to keep the characters straight.

Now we head into the boring part so we can get to what we have been waiting for--the dragon.