She is wearing a watch, a cheap, but durable Casio digital, I would guess, with the plastic wristband. And so she has almost, but not quite learned that to engage oneself in the task of bucking and splitting wood is to lose oneself in a place where time does not flow. The only flow is that of muscle to wood to iron to wood.

But she has figured out one secret, the secret that Annie Dillard tipped her off to. Aiming for the block, directing the force through the wood and to the earth. Do that right, and nine times out of ten, the two halves will fall away simultaneously, hitting the ground with one sound: a single, dull, thud.

:-)