Winfield Park

On June 11 I wrote that the night before I went to bed pretty easily. I noted that the boys had a hard time sleeping. I got a little extra sleep before they woke. I told them to buzz off twice but dad told me to get coffee so I headed downstairs to the lobby of the Hotel Casino Atlantis by 830. I brought dad coffee and drank it while the boys watched monster trucks on local Reno TV.

The boys left me alone but eventually demanded that I take them to the hotel arcade. I got a second cup of coffee when we went down there and then we went over to the convention center. The route was complicated but we found a place. One of the boys probably set off an internal alarm because he opened a restricted door. I noted when we came back through the same route there was a security guy who spoke directly to us saying that the arcade was in a certain direction. The arcade was OK. There was one moment where the other boy won 500 tickets and that made the “shopping spree” harder.

Later we went to the pool. We saw the girl from the spa on the way. I tweeted and the boys played. One of my boys, the more talkative one, spoke to everyone and I decided I needed to tell him to stop. We swam some laps and then went upstairs. We had been in the hotel a while when Dad stopped in on the way to watch the basketball game and have a sandwich in one of the lounges upstairs.

The boys and I left the hotel and took a bus up Virginia Boulevard to West and at First Street where we had sodas. Then we went to the playground at Winfield Park. We stopped by the Public House to make a reservation before going to a park on Stewart.

Later at Public House my older sister and I collected our father from the bus stop – he was late because the game had gone long. I noted that dinner was really good. My older sister’s family, the boys, Dad and I made eight of us. My nephew - who’s graduation we were celebrating - was nowhere to be found. My niece drove us back to the hotel at the end of the night.

This is an occasional series chronicling my life. This Notebook Analysis series is meant to be contemporaneous piece developed as an agglomeration of my notebook pages. In each of these posts I used my notes to develop my recent thoughts.