I make it a point to get together with people that lift me up and provide both fellowship and growth. I try meeting up with at least one of them weekly, at the least. Most of the time they are friendships that I have built up over years and decades despite my best efforts at being a jerk, and every time it is a learning experience.
This week a friend of mine observed how odd languages can be.
For example, when you have things in a row.
A row of horses. — Cavalcade
A row of columns — Colonnade
A row of riflemen — Fusillade
So who screwed up a row of lemons?