Been busy.

Good Friday morning went to my parents' church. Extremely boring, miserable funeral service. Seemed to go for two hours rather than thirty minutes.

After lunch went up to Belgrave Heights Easter Convention. Found Shaft and Yolande, and sat with them and some of their other friends.
This English guy called Charles Brice, who's a minister in Toronto was talking about what Jesus was like, particularly his humanity, and later about what a 'normal' person is from God's point of reference.
After the afternoon session I ran into Deb, who used to go to my church, when she was studying in Ballarat. While I was having tea with my family we saw this lady called Muriel, who we kept running into when we were travelling around Queensland in 1998.
After tea the Amsterdam Salvation Army Staff Songsters were singing. Absolutely fantastic, and the only decent choir I've ever heard.

Yesterday I was told [by my mother] that I couldn't go up to the convention, because we were going to visit Grandma and Uncle Mike.
Uncle Mike is fifty-something and still lives with Grandma becasue she does everything for him because he's a schizophrenic and she seems to think that makes him helpless. Therefore he doesn't get up until 2pm most days, doesn't do any housework or gardening, doesn't work. He won't even take her shopping.
Anyway, we went around to their house. The front door was open, but no-one answered the bell - possibly because they weren't up yet. We left a note.
When we got back home, Mum called Uncle John who said Grandma had been calling him up and saying she was depressed and lonely and wanted to die. (Note that this is something she always does when my parents go away on holidays.)
Mum called Grandma on her mobile. No answer - but she doesn't know how to answer it.
Grandma called just before we had dinner. She'd taken Uncle Mike for a drive in the Dandenongs.

After dinner we went back up to the convention.
This lady called Dr Something Inrig (a Canadian) did a monologue as Mary Magadalene. It was really bad. Really disjointed; her voice kept going up and down. And she kept using all this Christian jargon which made her hard to understand and sound like one of those televangelists who're on at 2am. And it was way to long. I reckon she could've cut it back to about a quater of the length.

Today [yesterday, actually] was a big day, so I'll relate that tomorrow.