Published: Thursday, August 7, 2014 at 2:43 p.m. Last Modified: Thursday, August 7, 2014 at 2:43 p.m.

No monthly parties.

No weekly bingo games.

No daily rounds of cards.

Many of the residents of the park's 180 units leave during the hottest months of the year. But most of those who stay are women, including several widows.

They gather each morning at the Gulf Shore swimming pool that used to be the Gulf Shore shuffleboard court. They meet for exercise and conversation in what has become the beating heart and liveliest part of summer life in the trailer park.

Water aerobics.

OK, calls out Ellen Laurent, the Massachusetts retiree who leads today's class. Russian dance forward.

Three other women bob up and down the shallow pool. They joke and laugh as they dance in place. They wear swimsuits, sunglasses and a variety of hats.

Margie Tonner of New Jersey is the one with the floppy sun hat. Jackie Winter of Indiana wears a mesh visor. Norma McCarthy Laurent's Boston sister-in-law sports a Red Sox cap.

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On Longboat Key, they're the Girls of Summer

Sleep is the new aerobics. Used to be you never heard much about the importance of sleep; you were either one of those people who got enough and never gave it any thought, or you were one of those people who couldnt fall asleep and complained about it all the time. The dividing line seemed, then, to be caffeine consumption.

Now, you cant read anything about healthy living without reading about sleep. Not just how much, but the quality of it. Last week, there came the news that women fighting breast cancer should sleep in a room so totally dark that even little blinking lights on cell phones should be blanketed. Now, theres word out of Australia that says new mothers are so sleep-deprived in their babies first three months that the physical consequences should be considered medically significant.

This explains a lot. When my daughter was new, neither one of us slept much those first four months. She and I rarely strung two hours of sleep together during the night. I went from an energetic, reasonably coherent and cute woman of 40 to a puffy, grouchy wad of flannel. I gained 15 pounds, (something the doctors now say is linked to sleep deprivation), and the gray hairs took over.

At the time, I didnt blame the loss of sleep; I was too exhausted to think clearly enough to make the connection. But I should have figured it out. All my life I was an excellent sleeper, able to fall asleep pretty much anywhere at any time, including during long viewings in college film class and on the streetcar coming home from working the night shift at a radio station. A double shot of espresso at 9:30 p.m. did not delay the arrival of the Sandman. And napping? Epic. No 20-minute bits of shuteye on the sofa for me. Id check out for two hours when I could, in bed, with the covers pulled up.

Now theyre telling me thats too much napping, that I should save the good sleep for the night.

Next thing I know, theyll be coming for my fan.

I cant sleep very well without some white noise. My bedroom is utterly white with noise: an overhead fan whose metal blades are just unbalanced enough to create a nice, silvery sound, and a small table fan humming away. Others call it a loud racket, but its silence that keeps me awake.

Lately, when Ive found myself in a hotel or a guest room, I miss my white noise. I guess thats why they call that sleeping pill Ambien: it works like the ambience of a nice background hum.

After years of hammering us about exercise, the medical community has moved on to a new cause and its in our beds. The state of the science now says we need seven hours of sleep not eight and not six. Doctors want most of that to be REM sleep, which is the deep kind when you dream. They want total darkness, a cool room temperature, and no snoring. Oh, and to prevent wrinkles, sleep on your back.

Pretty soon theyll be saying naps cause wrinkles, too, or worse. I wonder what theyll say about my fans?

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Sleep: Youre doing it wrong