This, I suspect, is one of my weekly efforts that won’t earn a very high score for importance or reader interest.

It is, sort of, a small buffet of disparate topics, some of which I’ve written about previously, and where I’ve intimated in the past that certain things need to be changed. Well, guess what? Nothing changed. Could it be my recommendations, suggestions, observations don’t mean “squat,” or that very few even read them? Probably a “yes” to both of the cited reasons. So much for any influence my weekly words exert.

So. Here goes. If you have time constraints upon you this morning, maybe you might want to just pass over the rest of today’s endeavor. You’ve already read “Sound Off” and the obituaries, as have I. And checked out the weather forecast and looked at the photos, and any features or news items that may have interested you. Perhaps you can check out the want ads. Here goes.

GOOD GRIEF it’s gray. And now the Washington Pam Pack track teams wear gray uniforms. Plus, they’re dropped the “Pam” from the jerseys. God bless the teams and coaches. Maybe tradition just isn’t important to them. The girls’ teams have been the “Lady Pack” for awhile, now. “Pam Pack.” Unique among team names. And they drop the “Pam.”

A TON? – The mother lode of clichés can be found in the world of sportspeak, but other areas, particularly politics, don’t lack for trend words and phrases.

You know, as in “a ton of” something. Two thousand pounds of it? And “going forward,” “at the end of the day,” “resonate,” “impact,” (what happened to “affect”?), “back-to-back,” “down to the wire” (what wire?) and on and on and . . .

SUPERNATURAL? – One of the nice features in the “Daily News” is “Daily Bread” by Purnell Bailey. For those of the Christian faith tradition his words often have meaning and guidance and inspiration.

I do wonder, however, just exactly how he sends in the column to the paper. Since he’s been gone to his reward quite awhile perhaps there’s an app for heaven-based writers.

DON’T NEED EITHER – Some days you will find a plethora of yard and garage sale notices in our paper.

Well and good. But to be honest, I don’t need either. Our yard is much too much for us now as it is. And if we gained another garage we’d probably junk it up too. So. We’ll just pass on buying either. That seems a prudent decision.

GOT MILK? – Years ago, when we lived in Manteo, I grew a beard. A thick, auburn facial adornment. And then, as time went by, streaks of white began to encroach upon it. More and more. So, after a while I gave up the beard, but kept the mustache. For a very long time.

Then one day, glancing in a mirror, it struck me that I looked like an ad for “Got Milk?” Off came the lip decoration.

And then – and I know, kind reader, that you’re hanging onto every word of this mesmerizing exposition – and then, a two-week hospital stay where I did not, probably could not, shave, led to the beginning of another beard.

So when you see me, be forewarned that I may appear a bit different (not even to mention the weight I’ve lost).

Did I just write all that blather about a beard? Have mercy. What was I thinking?

I’ll wager that beard bit didn’t “resonate” with anybody. Nor “impact” you. So, “going forward” I’ll try to avoid such self-absorption.

Have yourself a good day, and a good week.

You hear?