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[...] Georgia is in a wild mood today.

(Jane had called me last night, saying that the issue of transferal hadn’t been settled after all, in spite of what Georgia had told us yesterday afternoon. [...]

[...] Georgia was taking care of her today; she washed Jane’s hair this morning. [...]

[...] She hadn’t gone to hydro this morning, so Georgia had given her a bath in bed, and cleaned everything up.

[...] Georgia, Jan, and myself saw the orderlies take Susie on her stretcher into the elevator on their way up to the operating room, for her knee operation. [...]

[...] Georgia had put her there, and had also washed Jane’s hair this morning. [...]

[...] Georgia Cecce visited briefly this morning, looking good. [...]

[...] Here Jean Reome was out with a bad back, Shirley was out with a bad arm, Susie was going to be operated on for a defective kneecap, and Georgia had to have a tumor removed and a hysterectomy.... [...]

(Now Christina was sounding off in jumbled English and Russian, singing bits and pieces of Merry Christmas, Happy Birthday, Georgia, and so forth. [...]

[...] Not that they had broken out again—but this morning Georgia and Cathy had put them on just to protect those areas. [...]

(Which reminds me that after she left us, Susie went next door to tease at Christina, but for some reason Christina didn’t respond with her own Russian mixture of unintelligible cries and pleadings for Georgia.

[...] Georgia was there, and saw it along with Gail Greene, who was actually taking care of her this morning. [...]

[...] She went down to hydro this morning but never got into the tank; it malfunctioned and she was finally brought back to 330 where Georgia gave her a partial bath.

[...] Georgia had told her Jeff had called me, and her version of the call was pessimistic indeed. [...]

[...] Georgia then came to help.

[...] Georgia, Mary Jean, and Jan came in to kid around, eat chocolate-covered graham crackers, and drop veiled references to the birthday party they’re planning for me tomorrow. [...]

[...] When LuAnn was in she replaced the new nose patch that Georgia had put on to replace the one Phyllis had put on yesterday—the first one had been too big, the second too small, the third one was just right.

[...] or How To Tilt a Table, by Georgia Mae Fields. [...]

[...] Last Friday evening was connected with a stranger, in that a stranger, Georgia Mae Fields, wrote the article on table tipping in the November 1966 issue of Fate Magazine. [...]