Superstitious

I am not a believer. I am an atheist. 

Without a religious allegiance or a belief in a god or an afterlife, you would think I would be free from all other superstitions.

In fact, I inherited much of my magical thinking from my mother. She, too, disdained religion, but lord she had a world of witchy beliefs.  I would not have known to be wary of a hat on a bed but for her.

My husband has been prayerfully grateful to God the last several weeks. His atheist bona fides are seriously on the line.

However, his gratitude is much appreciated  and a welcome antidote to some of his difficult and more belligerent behaviors.

Burt and I had been in the house on the weekends since I had become unsure of my strength in avoiding a tumble. It was time to get a weekend aide to assist with outings.

This project would help both of us. Burt resented the third-party intrusion for a while but has begun to adjust.

My project only works if the weather holds. Miraculously it has.

I wonder if this appeal he’s been making to God is the reason for our luck with the weather over the weekends.

Knock wood. I really don’t want to jinx it!

So, how exactly is superstition different from religion?