Doing, Doing, Doing

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?