My dad was practically addicted to home repair. Squeaky door? Done — fixed! Special table built into the wall by the phone? Built and installed! I so admired this about my dad; and it also meant that he was in a constant state of doing, doing, doing. Having conversations with my dad were difficult, as there was always a project on his mind. -Beth Murray (CLF)
When has a repair fixed one set of problems and also created different obstacles?